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When I think of love,
I think of blue,
and I don't know what that means.

When I dream,
it's black and white,
but nothing is simple,
appreciate the irony.

In my waking world,
I'm in shades of gray,
don't want to offend,
don't want to pretend,

it's all a painting,

it is me.

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