Colour

A fucking lie. Thanks sun.

Person 1: Yo my favourite Colour is red
Person 2: sick

by Camoid June 1, 2021

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COLOURS WEAVE INTO A SPIRE OF FLAME

Chorus
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

Verse 1
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark, glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind

Pre-Chorus
Every soul contains a whisper of light
Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight
No escape, no greater fate to be made
In the end, the chains of time will not break
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Chorus
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

Verse 2
As fate spins a thread without end
New life draws its first breath
Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past
Where destiny holds fast
Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand
Everyone caught in the struggle
This is the day we finally find our way
Stepping into our tomorrow

Your Nintendo switch after you booted up SSBU:
Chorus
COLOURS WEAVE INTO A SPIRE OF FLAME
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

Verse 1
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark, glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind

by pokelover1010 December 13, 2024

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mustard coloured drinking voucher

/mus-terd cul-erd drinc-in vow-cha/

colloquialism of the nounage variety:
An Australian denomination of bank note with a face value of 50 Australian dollars.

Sluring his words, Macka urgently exclaimed ..."Where do ya reckon is the nearest hole in the wall..?,... gota geta nudda cupla mustard coloured drinking vouchers before they fuckin run out of piss"

by uberantielongelical July 2, 2025

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