Kaiyolah Craiyola
Take my checkerboard of black and white
And trade me a life of rainbow sight
Give me a heart that's crayola made
Neon bright so the colors won't fade
Give me a palette with every shade
Along with a paintbrush to become my blade
To paint the world with roses red
And trees splattered with garnet, emerald leaves that shed
And deeps and skies with blood of blues
Touched by sunlight become different hues
Along with a world covered with jadely fur
Makes the Earth just a colorful blur
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