Ozone
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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