They're beautiful, from a distance.
They dance, and twirl, leaping and glimmering.
They shine with a brilliant light,
A light that leaves an afterimage in my closed eyes.
A light so beautiful.
There they go,
Racing around and around,
The pink, the green,
The red, the orange,
The blue, the pink again
Twirling, racing, blue, pink, blue, green, red, orange.....
Keep them away.
I don't want....no.
Stop it!!! Stop it!!!
Colors, blue, green, blue, invading me...
Too bright, too much
Too beautiful, don't take me, I'm not ready.....
The swirling lights, coming......
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