Yellow Orange and Red
Yellow, orange and red,
The flames were already stoked.
Like a conflagration
Without any, any smoke.
You rose through my body
All colors wild.
They made me ache and they made me smile.
Yellow, orange and red.
Yellow, orange and red
What do you mean by all this?
I wish I knew, I wish.
Does love come from passion?
Does passion come from love?
My flamed heart already knew.
The colors yellow, orange and red
Were you, you and you.
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