Orange Is Prevalent
Orange is prevalent every day in my heart of hearts
I paint with her, and I glory in her exuberance and enthusiasm.
I delight in her. She excites me and ignites me.
Orange is me, and I am orange. Fly birdie, fly, orange. Fly now!
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