The Most Serene Republic
in places empty spaces
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I've got a box, a box of nice crayons
Pick a color and it's yours
We'll dedicate our lives to the color
We'll play our music to its chords
I'm not losing
I don't care
I paint you a bed, paint it with greens and whites and you'll sleep
Peaceful maybe for just one night
Oh, and in your eyes, there's lights
From all those panoramic vista views
After all that, we'll be forgotten