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The child’s eyes, wide as the plates he was fed with, gazed upward to the sky,
viewing the stars, planets and numerous constellations, his imagination moving faster than any car or plane, faster
Walking down the streets of New York
Watching the city come to life Like a sparkling moon on a clear night
My green is your blue
Your blue is my green Colors do not hold a hue Not in the grand scheme of things Who's to say they saw the world Well who's view did you see? You see your own perception, dear Reflection off you to me Tumble down a river bed Blast off into space Ultraviolet rays of light Spectrum compensates |
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