A season with myriad of colours
A celebration in silence to flow
Cold biting wind sure to blow
To lose warmth, when you come.- In the world of colours, see your own color. you have your own color, find i t out... thank you. tony
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A season with myriad of colours A celebration in silence to flow Cold biting wind sure to blow To lose warmth, when you come.- In the world of colours, see your own color. you have your own color, find i t out... thank you. tony