Before you my life was black and white,
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like the old film made yonks ago.
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My eyes my soul,
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capsized in between two realms,
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torn and untorn,
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moved and unmoved.
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Then you added a streak of magenta
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to the blank face most forlorn,
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tint by tint,
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painting it,
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to the most colorful portrait it is today.
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