Blue, purple, yellow, green...
All these colors I have seen.
Sun, rain, hail, snow...
All these weathers that I know.
Something new is coming near,
I think it's near, I even hear...
The sensation of this new event,
Even though it is the scent...
The scent of the glorious victories yet to come,
But witness this, will only some.
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