And then they danced...
Because sometimes their mood was blue in hue
And sometimes the gray was used in lieu
And always they seemed to have a muse
Even when it rained.
They felt like crimson
Or maybe brown
As their feet floated
Across the ground.
Lovely.
But they didn't know how
And they didn't know why
But they decided to dance
Instead of to cry.
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