- published: 20 Mar 2011
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2002 (MMII) was a common year that started on a Tuesday. In the Gregorian calendar, it was the 2002nd year of Anno Domini, the 2nd year of the 3rd millennium and of the 21st century, and the 3rd of the 2000s decade. 2002 was a palindrome year. By coincidence, the last palindrome year (1991) was also a common year starting on Tuesday. The next time this will happen is between 5995 and 6006.
The year 2002 is designated the:
Deep or The Deep may refer to:
Blue is a colour, the perception of which is evoked by light having a spectrum dominated by energy with a wavelength of roughly 450–490 nm. It is considered one of the additive primary colours. On the HSV Colour Wheel, the complement of blue is yellow; that is, a colour corresponding to an equal mixture of red and green light. On a colour wheel based on traditional colour theory (RYB) where blue was considered a primary colour, its complementary colour is considered to be orange (based on the Munsell colour wheel).
In Modern English, "blue" is one of the basic colour terms, and one of the seven spectral colours, intermediate between violet (purple) and cyan. It comprises a considerable number of identifiable subcategories that can be identified with descriptive terms like navy blue (a dark blue), cyan blue (or "blue-green", on the boundary to the green range), or sky blue (azure).
The word itself was loaned into Middle English from the Old French word bleu, blo "pale, pallid, discoloured; blue, blue-grey", itself from an Old Frankish *blao.
Spring the jester leaps to my eyes
And with both hands full of surprise he brings
Joy and the whole world sings
But I'm still blue
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Summer with his lazy smile
Warms my broken heart for a while it seems
Him and his sunshine dreams
But I'm still blue
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CHORUS:
Happiness is only a memory
For you left me blue
Took the rest of the rainbow from me
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Autumn with an artist's hand
Leaves his mark all over the land with bold
Strokes of burnished gold
But I'm still blue
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REPEAT CHORUS:
Winter comes and tightens her grip
One more year lies waiting to slip away
Like a ship on a fog bound bay
But I'm still blue