Paint the World

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The purple clouds roll along the orange sky,
The blue trees dancing in the wind,
With the multicolor birds flying by,
And the red grass beneath them.

Sometimes my dreams get the best of me,
I wake up thinking wondering what's wrong--
Why the sky isn't orange and why the grass is not red.
Then I remember it was just a dream,
Just my imagination getting the best of me.





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