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Black as the night when the moon has died.The clouds are low. The stars all hide.
Red as a rose that cuts with its thorn.
The tighter you hold the more you are torn.
Brown as the dirt from which flowers spring.
The seeds the birds left as they warble and sing..
Green as the grass that grows all around.
It grows long and thick and covers the ground.
Blue as the ocean, stormy or still,
All you can do is bow to her will.
Orange as the sky at the end of the day.
Sunset has come with no time to play.
Yellow as lilies that grow by the lake
Do not pull them up, for all pity's sake.
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