His hands were blue and yellow and green and
Red
And his soul was painted like his canvas hands never clean and when he sketched the sky it always got a little darker
Till his hands were
Black.
(Lowercase intended.)
His hands were blue and yellow and green and
Red
And his soul was painted like his canvas hands never clean and when he sketched the sky it always got a little darker
Till his hands were
Black.
(Lowercase intended.)