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Red & Blue


 Red and Blue

Red was the fire,

Blue was the rain.

The combined forces created purple must.

The purple most stood for their never ending love.

That mist so strong and so high, it seemed impossible to get the two separate. 

Even when the purple must faded it still continued so strongly.

When red was at its hottest point,

Blue came with its coldest rain to neutralize it again.

As the purple must aged, the two begin to switch places.

Where rain became fire and fire became rain.

As times changed and the mist continued there was no more red and blue.

Simply purple must.

The purple must hasn't died off,

But Red and Blue has separated.

Even the purple mist knows,

There will be... a next time.

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