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Gray
I become color blind in the middle act of a play.
Everyone on the stage turns gray.
By my ear the wheel of colors whisper,
Which color do you favor?
Any color but black and white,
Cause I paint black in the day and white at night.
The flashy colors console me with a hearsay,
Only sharp eyes can discern delicate shades of gray.
I become color blind in the middle act of a play.
Everyone on the stage turns gray.
By my ear the wheel of colors whisper,
Which color do you favor?
Any color but black and white,
Cause I paint black in the day and white at night.
The flashy colors console me with a hearsay,
Only sharp eyes can discern delicate shades of gray.
