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It’s great the green and very green
But never is it too much green To cover what we’ve never been The hopes are blue and they are dear But it’s so quick when disappear And the red blood is conquering Every cell of our being But we forget to think in colors So that’s the end in soul of ours. The black has come to steal my joy The white is fighting to stop that way And now I am a bit too grey. My happiness is now so dark All hopes are blown now to earth But I decided not to fail Because it is always after the rain Free way to the rainbow!
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