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Grey

When I wore grey this morning,

My mother asked me why,

I just looked at the sky,

It was no different than what I wore.

The sky being dull and dark,

Getting close to a black,

My mood was similar to it,

Anger or the cry.

I pushed myself to be cheerful,

Until you passed by,

Wearing grey, a shade darker,

Smiling nontheless shy.

The sky looks pretty,

With the rainbow in the sky,

The grey almost contrasting,

Like my mood,

After you passed by.

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