The colour of jade for imperial Queens My favourite shade is celadon green A ceramic glaze both austere and serene The centuries viewed through celadon green
Pussycat pussycat where have you been? Your eyes are the colour of celadon green Wherever you’ve gone and whatever you’ve seen You’ve seen through the sea glass of celadon green
A calm sea below with a skin like chagrin The sun throws a tipping of celadon green A storm whips the waves with wild foam in between The grey sea casts shadows of celadon green
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