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The blue it's not heaven for those who are hungry... The yellow one, it's not gold when the all is black... The green, it's not so green, for those who live in darkness... the red, not so much blood, for those who live bloodless... The White, does not hold peace for those who lose the color... The black, becomes stubborn for those who live in sin... Poetry has no color, for those who don't feel her...!

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