I gave to you the color blue I drew it from the sky I picked the flowers of the field; red roses, yellow daffodils. I made a lovely palette with the brightest color-swirl, And painted you a picture with the colors of the world. For me, you took a rainy day, you handed me the darkest grey, but told me it was green
Another star dies, Another day is gone, You think it wouldn't matter, But to us it's all there is, Now lost poets, who once loved Gather around these stars, watch the universe, To write this same verse