On Looking Up

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On Looking up.

Head on the grass, bright and blue is the vision
is this delusion, the root of division?
wondering thoughts, prescribing treason
played like a fool, now it's all crimson

Maybe one of these days, some colorful rays
hear what they say, says what's with the rage
Oh range of emotions, missing their praise,
orange is the vision, let me rephrase

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