Who in the silent night,
Tip toed into our world,
And sprinkled all the leftover colors,
From their unearthly, magical world?
Who was it that decided to tease us,
Sprinkled a little powder,
just enough to wake us up,
Then took it away as we grew curious?
Who is it that wants us,
To be more than a walking mass of flesh,
And forget for a bit, who we are not,
And look at the colors from where we are?
Who do I have to implore
To put a little bit of me as well,
The green, the white, and the yellow hint,.
A bit of me as well in the mix?
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