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December 28, 2010

Heaven

White
It is pure.

Gold
It is rich.

Blue
Am I looking up or down?

Purple
Why do things blend on the end?

Red
The price has been paid.

Green
Life is abundant.

Orange
He goes throughout the land.

Black
Is no more.
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