White with no attitude to express
No way to naturally address
But to call upon brilliant shades
Reds, blues and blacks in spades
To create a real world of space
One that lives in a real place
Potential states truly nothing
In this place without anything
But they say hope is white
When you reflect upon it in light
So that we will believe and hold on to
What else can true artisans and dreamers do?
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