Royal purple.
Midnight blue.
Lime green.
Sunny yellow.
Why do we give titles to things we hardly see?
Why the first,
Second fourth
He's always in his castle anyways.
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Titles
Royal purple.
Midnight blue.
Lime green.
Sunny yellow.
Why do we give titles to things we hardly see?
Why the first,
Second fourth
He's always in his castle anyways.
