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Do you see the world in color,

Or is still in black and white? 

If you can’t feel the caress of the ocean blue, 

How can you sleep at night? 

Do you know if mountains crumble 

In ebony and grey 

It seems without the greens, golds, and browns

It would look just like decay 

Perhaps the subtle hint of light

That’s shining through the clouds 

Parades a ray of enough white 

to make the black profound 

But, it still seems too bad to never know 

The blues, the orange, yellow, red 

A sunrise in the morning 

A sunset overhead 

Maybe your life is simpler 

Perhaps it’s less unbound 

Yet, something would be missing 

Without the joy of color 

All around