She smiled to me,
As I celebrated darkness.
A myriad of colours she would sing,
A myriad of colours she did bring.
She said,
'A myriad of colours, for my kiNG'
A myriad of colours, for my kING
A myriad of colours, for my KING.'
I replied,
'I would not rather.'
I muttered
'crazy bird.'
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