Purple tree, Purple tree, don't you hear me? Am I wasting more time or filling it half full? Maybe even not at all...438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQvsnzcyIk8
Again. Blue and I. In the tree. Happy, cheerful, as can be. Purple, Purple, Purple tree. Watching intently over Blue and me. But Purple forgets, as stories go, the berries die, and new leaves grow. Glitter Blue, Glitter Blue, starting right in front of you. Watch me part, watch me cry, I will end, before I die. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbiuqklnky
It's a Purple tree, my friend. Purple is mine. Purple is his. No one else's. Purple is Purple. Blue is Blue. Glitter is Glitter. Yet, who am I?
I am Fuchsia. A bright pink. I am colored to my very allowance.
My name is Fuchsia. But who am I? Really? I am the young lady in the picture. The one with the pink lips. But that doesn't explain who I really am.
I can't give you that information yet. Just know that I am Fuchsia. Just know that he is Blue. And know that she is Glitter.
And most of all, just don't forget about us.
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