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I'll tell you a story...
Promise not to say? Story of my colors When we're far away... White are all my tears When we are apart, Red is the deep passion I feel in my heart. Yellow are the fields I want to embrace, Green are all the mountains Full of pride and grace. Blue is that whole ocean Singing just divine, As the waves beside it In the night.. they shine. Purple is the moon When the sky is gray, Black are all the sorrows That I give away. For this is the rainbow That I keep for you, Deep down in my story My love grows so true...
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