Looking up at the sky,
I think of how blue,
It looks to me.
Clouds begin to roll in,
As I let out a sigh,
From where I stand, it’s true-
The sky is blue, but far from the sea-
The sky looks yellow; a storm will begin.
Fires from the north bring in smoke,
Covering the land in a foggy cloak.
I think of how blue,
It looks to me.
Clouds begin to roll in,
As I let out a sigh,
From where I stand, it’s true-
The sky is blue, but far from the sea-
The sky looks yellow; a storm will begin.
Fires from the north bring in smoke,
Covering the land in a foggy cloak.
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