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Colors

Saturated eyes
� Too many goodbyes

So many colors to be trampled with
Hold the candle, put out the wick.

A faceless traitor,
�A nameless faker.

Saving a tragedy because you can,
� � �Fearing nothing, human?

�The sky is blue,
� � You weep, why?
�The sky is pink,
� � You sleep, why?
�The sky is purple,
� � You smile, why?

� �Too many colors
�None are mine
None are hers
� � �The clock struck nine

Oops, gotta go.
The taxis are yellow,
�Just for show.
� Don't forget the hello.

A green field stretched at your feet,
And a sun orange, cries in defeat.

�What colors are yours?
� �What are you stained in?
� � �Too many lives, too many wars.
� � � �What is your sin?

�What colors do you dye others in?

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �What colors do you die in?