Over a sea of grief Scarlet died
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above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day
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for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display
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until a god with a broom came and swept them away
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In their bereavement all of her colorful friends
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Turned to a milky grey depressing blend
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Which incidentally made Grey feel inane
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So he set off to find a less trite identity
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One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be
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Death of a Shade of a Hue
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| Of Montreal |
