The Color Yellow
Oh Yellow.
I was both arrested and captured by you.
My eyes locked on a most gorgious view.
Oh Yellow.
Were you a car, I'd pay you no mind.
But you are you; So, I make you mine.
Oh Yellow.
Were you a house, in you I would not recline;
And at your table, I would not dine.
But you are you; So, I make you mine.
Oh Yellow.
You look so stunning all the time.
Oh my sweet Yellow, I'll always be
Your best fellow.
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