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I would love to speak of green pandas,

or even pink and fiuffy tigers

but the grey buildings hold me back.

Their smiles return the colors, 

painting their faces

their surroundings.

The music holds the colors in the breeze,

flying through the clouds,

throwing them onto the factories.

Yet that happiness must be stolen.

Time does as Time pleases

and takes the colors from their habitats.

Stuffs them into a box.

A box of colors.

Imagine that.