I miss staring into the brown of your eyes
I miss every thing beautiful they remind me of
I miss staring at the orange of sun
Watching it melt into the blue of sky
The yellow of daffodils, The Red of Roses
blending ever well with the sea of green grass
Now I go out and all I see is grey
I go out and I dont see colour anymore
Not ever since you turned into the brown of dust

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