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I left behind a life I knew, With hopes to see a lighter hue, I found instead I was askew, With visions I could not subdue. And now to see the story through, With illustrations not all blue, Impossible, since you withdrew, And took with you my colour too.
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Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
The Colour of Blue
I left behind a life I knew, With hopes to see a lighter hue, I found instead I was askew, With visions I could not subdue. And now to see the story through, With illustrations not all blue, Impossible, since you withdrew, And took with you my colour too.
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Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
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