Between the blue and the blue you live
Upon the green and brown
The things you can’t see keep you alive and well and sound
Upon the green and brown it’s dry though moisture is in the air
Moisture is everywhere you know
But do you really care?
Some people they are bright and yellow and sometimes they give off sparks
Others like me and grey and mellow and are jealous of their larks
Though abstract these thoughts might be
Do you really follow me?
For I see things in simple ways
Though it is not for every gaze
Heed me well and you will see
What is it I say to thee
What is the blue and blue?
What is the brown and green?
If I was to give a spoiler that would be very mean
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