Purple loves some of my friends’ together prest
Fro the sea up to the sky, in her dwell
Purple dances long the flowers well.
Blue dwells with beauty that wouldn’t die
And purple, the joy, whose hand is ever dying at his lips.
dad used to say about Monday blues
mom also used to say about purple flowers.
Who made you both? The winged dryad of the world!
You filled the earth, surely I have traced
We choose you to dress up our maiden
I hope you may be pure in the sight of Dryden!
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