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In the dark,
there’s a little yellow spark.
It rolls like rain,
or tiny stones on a lane.
Yellow walks a quiet way,
soft and bright throughout the day.
When Yellow meets a friend,
it turns to colors that twist and bend.
Dancing, laughing, full of cheer,
Suddenly,
yellow turns back to yellow.
Even when it meets others,
it no longer becomes colors.
it still remembering what it used to be.
Yellow learns, it shines so right,
color is only bent light.
Yellow walks a long, long way,
still barely there,
yet softly shining.
It has always been yellow,
a great yellow,
a happy yellow,
and that is enough.
In the dark,
there is always
a little yellow.