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Colour
Colour
A colour we have never seen
His yellow shadow in great spleen
The black crawler chasing the scene
Where he'll find his scented vaccine
Light, the prism is lost, found nowhere
We'll manage to reveal our flair
Then see that buried colour rare
I can sense its freshness I swear
Kindle kind creatures
Complete the quick query
Summon the secrets
Startle the sound sanity
They tell us the common story
Crack their wholeness, there's no glory
Smear their windows, blow their quarry
Enter the turned mirror, hurry
Long feathers float in zephyr fair
The scent of warmness in the air
Clouds on earth, no sign of impair
The crawler sinking, rising there
Kindle kind creatures
Complete the quick query
Summon the secrets
Startle the sound sanity
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