moonsung
Don't follow the rainbow...be your own colour she called
It was encripted on her statue,
The statue she broke out of
It took her years to understand
What the letters read
one day she awoke and understood
and the colour she chose was moonsung
A colour we have never envisioned
But Its the colour she will always know
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