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Is it not a beautiful thing to see the world in different colors? For I saw the world in opposite hues and inside, internally tortured by my own views. Blue where there was pink, and pink where there was blue. So I spoke out and was oppressed, and outwardly, they tormented me because of how I dress Blue where there was pink and pink where there was blue. Now, In my eye, there is no beauty to be seen in its beholder. I see a world, in shades of grey. Sadness when I think, and darkness in every hue, Somewhere inside I see, the eternal vision, of a world of color,
 one, I hope to see some day.

Is it not a beautiful thing to see the world in different colors? For I saw the world in opposite hues and inside, internally tortured by my own views. Blue where there was pink, and pink where there was blue. So I spoke out and was oppressed, and outwardly, they tormented me because of how I dress Blue where there was pink and pink where there was blue. Now, In my eye, there is no beauty to be seen in its beholder. I see a world, in shades of grey. Sadness when I think, and darkness in every hue, Somewhere inside I see, the eternal vision, of a world of color,
 one, I hope to see some day.

Is it not a beautiful thing to see the world in different colors? For I saw the world in opposite hues and inside, internally tortured by my own views. Blue where there was pink, and pink where there was blue. So I spoke out and was oppressed, and outwardly, they tormented me because of how I dress Blue where there was pink and pink where there was blue. Now, In my eye, there is no beauty to be seen in its beholder. I see a world, in shades of grey. Sadness when I think, and darkness in every hue, Somewhere inside I see, the eternal vision, of a world of color,
 one, I hope to see some day.