Beautiful soul,
I've learned to say 'no' long before I've met you,
For I once was red and blue - my favourite;
I then met a beautiful soul with a bright color of blue,
But, when blue touches red -
Violets' we turn into.
Blue soon realised his mistake - Violet was not his color,
Then chooses dancing Yellow to make the color Green
Beautiful soul, don't touch the colour red...
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
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