In hues it once gleamed, a lively sight, A hammer vibrant, colors pure and bright. Yet time's embrace, its hues did fade, Leaving monochrome in place, a quiet cascade. Black and white now adorn its form, A silent testament to colors worn. But within its grip, memories reside, Of days when rainbow hues would collide. Though now subdued, it stands tall and strong, A symbol of resilience, against time's throng. For even in monochrome's muted call, Echoes of its colorful past enthrall.
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