My world was blue and you were gold and my favorite color's green don't you know?
But when appraised the shine that swayed me proved my eye a fool and softest bed a stone
And so I walked for weeks beneath an opaque ceiling made of cotton black as coal
From which tears of love and war fell like metaphors in stories we've all told
And though the smiles that you gave me died in the air made sweeter by your laugh
Memories are rings in trees so my cheeks might rise and blush in presents passed
And when the anger that replaced you isn't all I have to keep safe from the cold
The light and warmth of brighter skies might make this old heart's face seem soaked in what makes souls
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