They call me insane for painting you
'N' colourin' you with shades so blue

Devoid of any black or white or gray
And filled with blue hues all the way

A stroke of ragin' ocean in your eyes
Your dress is blessed by blue of skies

I colour crashing waves in your hair
Just like tides swept high by wild air

Then you seem drowning in the seas
Still your demure frame is so at ease

They keep asking me about a reason
Why do I paint blue in every season!

They show that blue in palette faints
But they don't know, you stole my...
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