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Humans of my planet Remember the day When our home's blue palette Revealed its beauté On a magical photo Taken from Apollo Mars is just more red And Venus is bright yellow Jupiter's tornadoes Are surely artist-made But...why is the moon grey? The humans of Apollo Jumping on the lune Have tiny little drapeaux On their white costumes Every accessoire Brought there by the mission Betrays some couleurs Of where they come from And look: the moon is grey! Where did Farben go? Echappés à l'homme... Washed away by l'eau? Or maybe by the sun? They say it's made of metal And when the light l'éclaire The grey we see is normal It's always just been there. But deep down we all know Our chère Mond is so old It was born with the light When the world was black and white. |