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COLORS (Saturday, March 19, 1994) The prettiest sky, I'm told, Is a rainbow, with colors of gold. Once I have flown there, Felt the wind in my hair, But still I live on an earth that's so cold. I want to be back in the sky Where once I have learned how to fly; I saw through the sea, The stars circled me- And once I was simple and free. |