Extravagant splashes of many colors,
But which one sticks out the most to you?

Most associate you with the sky
or the blue jeans on a guy.
When it's time for one to die
our moods become blue and dry.
A color made for you and I,
oceans and lakes reflect the sky,
some people have blue-colored eyes.

Like the fruit in a fresh blueberry pie,
or the tears when you cry
when rain crashes from high
or the water behind the curtain,
one thing's for certain,
you'll never die.

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