Blue
Who am I?
I am the color blue
The color you see in the morning
I am the start of a new day
A joy to the world
I am the color blue
The favorite of many people
I am the color on the rainbow
A beautiful sight to see
I am the color blue
The poor crayon in a box
I am entrapped from the world
A scared soul in the dark
I am the color blue
The sadness engulfs me
I am troubled with thoughts
A crayon alone with no nope
I am the color blue
The hapiness returns
I am excited for a new day
A cycle which never ends
I am blue
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