Ozone

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Brown is the dust from the falling trees

Red is the color of the empty seas

Black is falling in

 

Purple are the lips of the small

Grey is the coming death call

Black is falling in

 

Green is what she used to show

Yellow is how the sun used to glow

Black is falling in

 

Orange the flames so high

Pink is the flesh so dry

Black is falling in

 

White is just the wrong bright

Tan the planet stretched tight

Black is falling in

 

Colors we no longer see

Colors you have blinded me

Black has fallen in 

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