Look at things through
And think they have the whole picture
I try to look
Not only at the shades of grey
But across a broader spectrum
Where others see only black and white
And think themselves well bleached
I know I am deeply stained
Both with ink and otherwise
Unlike the Scottish lady at play
That I cannot get those spots out
And even so
There are hues I miss
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