| The colors of my life, are bountiful and bold
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| The purple glow of indigo, the gleam of green and gold
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| The splendor of a sunrise, the dazzle of a flame
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| The glory of a rainbow, I put 'em all to shame
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| No quiet browns or grays, I’ll take my days instead
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| And fill them 'til they overflow, with rose and cherry red
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| And should this sunlit world, grow dark one day
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| The colors of my life will leave a shining light to show the way
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| The colors of my life, are softer than a breeze
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| The silver gray of the dappled green of trees
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| Amber of a wheat field, hazel of a seed
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| Crystal of a raindrop are all I’ll ever need
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| Your reds are much too bold, in gold I find no worth
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| I fill my days with brown, the colors of the earth
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| And if from by my side my love should roam
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| The colors of my life will shine a quiet light to lead her home |