Oh how i loath the colour pink
sold to you with a wink
in truth neither here nor their
not pure of blood or fear of dread
Oh how i loath the colour pink
ribbons and bows on ladies are for hos
Oh how i loath the colour pink
withered stems and tales with out end
you might forget a wrinkle of time
Oh how i loath the colour pink
often fussy generally trashy hardley ever classy
Oh how i loath the colour pink
A secret star hidden afar that moves you to and pushes you fro.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Still in redshift, don't look forward to the blue that's when I look back on you
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