Blue boy, I heard you won't be around. I have to tell my friends you're out of town. Blue boy, never see you around here, not anymore.
You're like a figment of my imagination. Keep holding of you.. out of fascination.
Blue Boy, You seem so otherworldly.
Blue Boy, my tears are the color of your skin.
Blue boy, I'm coming to a conclusion. You must be an alien from my imagination.
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Exhibition of Metaphoric Elements
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