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Once you wickedly called me blue
believing that you could see
Once you said firmly "It is true,
that dreams can never be"
While escaping this reality
following the dream
I am seeing beyond mortality
running through a stream
You might call me a silly dreamer
tell the world what you’ve seen
But only I know who’s my accuser
only I know who I’ve been
I’m now fleeing to the future
while the past return to light
And truth will thus be my suture
with all its roses of might
When all my hope seems truly lost
Ill hear your voice again
In blood Ill surely pay the cost
buy liberation from your chain
And when reality catches up
straps me down on wire
I will not bend, beg nor stop
Ill walk through the valley of fire
As the horizon comes to view
while the sun is setting low
All that once were seen as blue
has now turned brightly yellow
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Submission Name: On the Yellow Blues of Fire
