Green
Green is the pass that lies by the trees
Green is the grace that blows in the breeze
Green is the pencil I write with
green is the Saber of an anti-Sith
White
White are the lies that some claim are small
White is the color of the paint that appalls
White is the color of heavenly robes
white is the color of Caucasian lobes
Red
Red is the color of blood
It comes out when your head goes thud
In Spanish red is Rojo
And sometimes red means uh-oh
It's the color of fire
not of mud nor of mire
It's what makes the heat rise higher
red is the color of blood, red is the color of fire
Blue
Blue is the color of the sky
blue is joy for you and I
when there's no gray or white in the air,
the sky is quite blue, and the clouds are not there.
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