All The Things I've Never Said Before - Part 5

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The girl he loves is as dark as the midnight blue sea that's cradled by the moonlight.

The girl he loves is as green as the hill kissed by the summer light. 

The girl he loves is coral, it's as pink as those roses that grow. 

The girl he loves is as crisp red, like the autumn leaves that lay forgotten

The girl he loves,

I can't ever be

Because he's allergic to violets

And violets well they're too much like me