Blue is the colour soon arriving
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When all the darkness of the mood just drifts away
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Red has a habit of surviving
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Can justice breathe some life into her guilty day
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When purple leaves begin their falling
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They mirror all the confidence that's gone
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With orange lights illuminating
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Familiar patterns calm the fears that make you run
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I see all the colours of the rainbow
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Indigo calls and beckons slowly
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The consolation of a void in which to fall
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And yellow ochre humbles lowly
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A constellation flickers bright along the hall
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Can green remain as fresh as dawning?
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The vivid space suggested never to return
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As bronze arrives after the morning
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He silent as a tree lives falls and has to burn
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I see all the colours of the rainbow
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All The Colours Of The Rainbow
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| Hugh Cornwell |
