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Psalmist-1449486
Where Light Comes From (vox)
Psalmist Released Nov 17, 2011

Here are the words for this, in case you would like them:


 


 


There once was a land of four colorful strands — blue, red, purple and green


Each boasted a unique harvest of their very own with bountiful, curious things


In Bluestradt they had beautiful whaparnacles, in Redstradt they had tasty prings


In Purplestradt they raised fat abordolooz and in Greenstradt they made warm dahfeem


 


Now within each land of colorful strands there lived people an awesome assortment of shades


The Bluestradt whaparnacle carvers are blue in hue and Redstradt cooks crimson of face


Purplestradt wranglers are both red and blue, Greenstradt clothiers blue or yellow-skin graced


And they all had a way of unknowingly interacting that at a glance might seem kind of strange


 


Those who were blue enjoyed fruits multitude; dahfeem shirts, whaparnacle rings and domesticated abordolooz


While those who were red ate prings deliciously prepared and had access to abordolooz for their own uses, too


And yellows were always so amazingly arrayed with dahfeem hats, socks, dresses, scarves, boots and suits


They would share all these precious objects within their own color culture, but made one pay if you were outside the loop


 


So blues gave to blues and reds gave to reds and yellows gave to yellows like everyone else did


The yellows had clothes and the reds food in droves and the blues had gabardines, beasts and gems


But the reds needed dahfeem for freezing incarnadine winters and blue needed pring seeds to plant them


And the yellows so resplendent could hardly live without the whaparnacle accessories blue’s fashioned


 


Each needed each but only for so many things and quickly the picture is born


That the blues need the least because they have the most and the yellows the most because their coffers are shorn


While the reds, though they had something the yellows did not, could benefit from a little bit more


Just or unjust, due to lack or largess of resource, gradually, of course, a social system does form


 


Now one might be tempted to say the story ends here, but that isn’t how this story goes


For one day one color gave freely to another, though who started it we don’t rightly know,


We’re uncertain how long it took to catch on, but eventually this propensity grows


To the point that every color is giving to one another and the old system automatically implodes


 


In a world where the dahfeem, whaparnacle and prings and abordolooz are shared equally


It isn’t too much of a surprise to discover that blues, reds and yellows mixed and had new colored babies


They were indigos and oranges, very explorative little sojourners, who surveyed every land length and wave on the seas


Where they founded more places for colors to collaborate together in a united community


 


Their civilization thrived, they built pretty ships they could fly, and set out into the universe with a plan


“Let’s spread the truth of what we’ve learned to as many as we can! Go forth! Expound and expand!”


They zoom all around us every day in their rockets, they are light in all of its spectrums


So when you see a rainbow or how colors all work as one just remember how it all began...

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