Grey Skies shield the sun's rays from earth this very day,
A sense of dread and gloom is here to stay.
The cold stale air chokes my every breadth.
Is life all about regrets?
I turned around and saw your hands.
A hope glows and I am glad.
eyes like black diamonds they guide my way.
Lost no longer as they guide my way.
Loving you more with every breadth that I take.
From Mars to Venus.
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