The colors you choose
The reds, greens, and blues
They are reflected in your voice
You know I had no choice
I listened to your words, your cries
And saw the same reflected in my eyes
My colors, purple, blue, and black
From who we are, there's no going back
The blue runs through it all
Reflected in summer and fall
When the world wants to, starts to, cry
The rain is reflected in the blue of your eyes
It's the dark I am drawn to, again and again
The color reflected in the cry of the rain
The colors of fire, of water, of blood
And the brown in the blue, the color of mud
To let go again, fall into this flood
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