Paint them by numbers,
of the colors,
green for sea,
blue for sky,
orange for dawning sun,
red for sun in it's set,
yellowy for mooning's glow,
everything else,
see how it fits,
within their defined lines,
but for me,
there is no color,
not of destiny,
nor of how I see,
for when it comes to me,
simply leave me transparent,
for no one needs to see,
fading colors,
that represent me.
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