The distant hill glows bright blue. The house opposite to mine is a distinct yellow. The dog barking away is a dull gray. All the trees burn bright with the rain. The mad man's laugh is a royal indigo, for he feels what we do not. Your happiness is tinted with a slight green. My sadness's edges glow bright with a golden husk. Everything has a light blue hue.The world is a mirror
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