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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2020-07-24 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | You are yet to answer my unseen question on messenger about your favourite colour. I could be guessing green. But, even so, While it’s true (especially among trivia buffs) That there are some peculiarities, Like the only Shakespearian play set in Spain Being “Love Labor’s Lost” or in Vienna (Measure For Measure) And, according to the spectrum of light, There are some basic colours we can name, Beyond that, The true nature of which you like the most Remains meaningful only to you: Your green is not my green Nor mine yours. You will answer But I won’t understand; You don’t have to tell me, You have to show me.
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