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I asked the little boy who cannot see, "And what is colour like?" "Why, green," said he, "Is like the rustle when the wind blows through The forest; running water, that is blue; And red is like a trumpet sound; and pink Is like the smell of roses, and I think That purple must be like a thunderstorm, And yellow is like something soft and warm; And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie, And dream!
(Author Unknown)
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