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Purple

My favorite color is purple When I think of purple I think of Lilies growing People singing Along with the humming birds Flying across the sky I think of tomorrow Of yesterday Of today I think of the way The sun rises and sets How the moon comes out at night And the sun kindly re-positions itself I think of that morning cup of coffee The sweet aroma filling the morning air The sound of my dreams Calling to tell me the story Of a girl whose favorite color is purple Sweet purple addiction I'm in love with you.

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