If you peer through stained glass windows
Out at the world,
The world you see,
Will be a Colourful bur.
A mess of blue and yellow and some red
Problems that glare at you as you go.
So what must you do,
To perceive what's true?
Just strain by colour,
Each one that stares back at you.
And with each tint you stare at,
You shall discover that,
The things you once could not construe
Are now all easily decipherable.
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