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Color Of The World

we're forgetten
the colors of butterfly
where we hear the
in between airhorns
our hairs forgetten t
the fragrance of flowers
and become the
neigbours of palstics
we've not time to smile
to speak
we're konw only the color of money
we're dont know till
how to live?
watch the dragon fly
it know how to live
we used to say
we've six sense
i think
its a nonsense.

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