which one i can not tell
her colors were nearly perfect
inside her oyster shell
behind the door to Heaven
a full red glass of wine
her colors were nearly perfect
revealed in her design
we tripped into a concert
sound poured into my eyes
her colors were nearly perfect
they painted her in sighs
the bright cloud full of rainbows
each one a lovely sight
her colors were nearly perfect
i watched by candlelight
with morning soon approaching
i saw when i awoke
her colors were nearly perfect
delightful as she spoke
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