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Good, better, best,
never let it rest,
till good is better,
and better is best. I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain,
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain,
And dreaming through the twilight,
That doth not rise nor set,
Happy I may remember,
And Haply I may forget. Evening red and morning gray,
Send the traveler on his way,
Evening gray and morning red,
Bring the rain upon his head. what is pink?
A rose is pink,
By the fountain’s brink,
What is blue? The sky is blue.
Where the clouds float through,
What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich, ripe and mellow.
What is green? The grass is green,
With small flowers among,
What is orange? Why, An orange,
Just an orange. | 
