Dreaming in blue is no fun,
Take a prism and what do you see,
A portrait of colour beyond measure,
A phoenix in the sky flies so high,
Sets alight to the world below,
In colour she dreams,
In magic she transends,
Painting with her brush of love,
Til the easel of light is no longer dark,
A glint in the eye shows the world a rainbow,
As fresh as the morning dew,
Spring is here, elating all fears,
To that which stands so new...
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