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The Prison Of White

The Prison Of White

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I draw my courage from saffron,

and devotion from the green.

I am a connoisseur of blue,

and it's forgotten sister who we've barely seen.


Oh, how I wish I was as fierce as red,

or as humble as yellow.

Perhaps I'll always be as lonely as violet,

while struggling to be included as the rainbow.


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