| A Color of the Sky |
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| I turn to poetry |
| I turn to the books I read |
| To say what I mean |
| But words… |
| Words are absurd |
| And letters cause more pain |
| So I’ll tell it to you plain |
| I’ll always be your friend |
| I love you has no end |
| And with that, I send |
| Us both into mystery |
| And I’ll try not to worry |
| Because it’s only a story |
