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yellow said i am a canary
yellow said i am a canary
yellow said i am a banana
the canary said i am not a banana
the banana dreamed of wings while
the bud of pink and orange
grew older with the seasons
and said i want to kiss that yellow banana
the banana said wait till i'm ripe baby
green said the banana's my man, bitch
and i'll bruise your peach ass purple
if you touch his stem with your pink slut
peach pondered the pros
and cons of yellow and purple
out of the blue
black shrieked
canary is dead
who put her in the dark mind
she is not yellow anymore
but ashen like me
green laid envious punches by her side
peach felt bruised without a touch
all the people on the yellow submarine
crushed in the depths of age
dead with spots like rotten bananas
and poor poor canary
red said i'll bring a rose to lay on the grave
blue too blue to speak, hid behind
the heaving sigh of grey that blanketed the day
white fell mournfully from the empyrean bed
like crystal tears to lay a hand on poor black
wrapped now like a coffin round the withered bird
lavender rose and spoke of the
eternal fade and the pot of golden
moments that drip from the arching rainbow of time
in novel shades from the dreams of the dead
dearly beloved she said we are gathered here today
and every day, married in pigments of joy and pain
canary will be born again
in the burgeoning face of spring
in the morning star as we turn from mourning
in the diamond spark on the crest of the shimmering waves
you will find canary
yellow said i am a banana
the canary said i am not a banana
the banana dreamed of wings while
the bud of pink and orange
grew older with the seasons
and said i want to kiss that yellow banana
the banana said wait till i'm ripe baby
green said the banana's my man, bitch
and i'll bruise your peach ass purple
if you touch his stem with your pink slut
peach pondered the pros
and cons of yellow and purple
out of the blue
black shrieked
canary is dead
who put her in the dark mind
she is not yellow anymore
but ashen like me
green laid envious punches by her side
peach felt bruised without a touch
all the people on the yellow submarine
crushed in the depths of age
dead with spots like rotten bananas
and poor poor canary
red said i'll bring a rose to lay on the grave
blue too blue to speak, hid behind
the heaving sigh of grey that blanketed the day
white fell mournfully from the empyrean bed
like crystal tears to lay a hand on poor black
wrapped now like a coffin round the withered bird
lavender rose and spoke of the
eternal fade and the pot of golden
moments that drip from the arching rainbow of time
in novel shades from the dreams of the dead
dearly beloved she said we are gathered here today
and every day, married in pigments of joy and pain
canary will be born again
in the burgeoning face of spring
in the morning star as we turn from mourning
in the diamond spark on the crest of the shimmering waves
you will find canary
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