The Hue

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That which spreads across the sky
   The orange, the red, the empty
Why do you look at me like you know me
   You speak to me in words never spoken before
I respond with words I have never known

 Your beauty resonates with the stillness of my heart
   You seem to be a long lost friend
Take me with you
    Take me through the orange, the red, the empty
        and pervade my soul...



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