Red Red blood poppies splatters the ground blanket the ground on a cold on a calm Orange Orange autumn day autumn day a bitter, biting wind a cool, rousing breeze meets the meets the Yellow Yellow piercing sun warming sun beating down shining down on dead, littered bodies on thriving, vibrant flora skin turning emerging from Green Green decay grass an ugly scene a brilliant display of man's loss of nature's victory Blue Blue uniforms sky war-torn, battered endless, infinite hidden retires by the to the Purple Purple night night
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