Twist and turn the kaleidoscope but all I see is blue,
shattered and refracted light in the memories of you.
The grass is always greener but there's never greener grass.
Green exists, just once, it feels, but only in the past.
Twist and turn the kaleidoscope but all see is red,
broken, battered pieces of a past that's long been dead.
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