Its yellowish, that the night
and her brothers are on a journey
out of the pink and maroon shoe-house
there would be starts smiling on the roof
Its orange, that on green grass
run lovely white rabbits, cute rabbits
the rain water runs over my bluish-crimson thoughts
now the innocuous meadows will shine again
Its but red, that the boat of life
will sail and a sailor will smile
as he watches the peak of no return.
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