People talk colors, their talk is sweet
They describe flowers, their vision is complete
They talk of beauty and colors are part of it
The words describe the world I barely see
I was born color blind, yet my world is a sea
The sea of the colors in a colorblind world
Because every person is a color, I clearly see
People come in colors on a higher degree
Poele are green, people are blue
Some are red, and some purple you
Some are yellow-bellied, some are in the pink
Colors are people, that is what I bethink.
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