It's your own fault, Cherity Barnum. If you'd only ask a few logical questions before you married him, you would have put a healthy distance between yourself and a fella who wants to give the whole world a paint job. Which I'm not so sure it needs!
The colors of my life
are softer than a breeze
the silver grey of eiderdown
the dappled green of trees
the anber of a wheatfeild
the hazel of a seed
the crystal of a raindrop
are all I'll ever need
your reds are much too bold
in gold I find no worth
I'll fill my days with sage a d brown
the colors of the earth
and if from by my side
my love should roam
I'll shine a quiet light
to lead him home

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