Disowned and away,
the colours do flee,
evening and day,
not even i breath.
A colour so stunning,
so vibrant and true,
in deep they're cunning,
thou art not blue.
When happiness is gone,
anger comes in.
early dawn,
all over again.
I saw them,
staring down at me,
i felt condemned,
in a green sea.
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