The Sky
When I look
up at the sky,
sometimes I wish
that I could fly.
Having stars and clouds
and other things,
some of the clouds
even look like rings.
As I look at
how things change
always the sky
remains the same.
up at the sky,
sometimes I wish
that I could fly.
Having stars and clouds
and other things,
some of the clouds
even look like rings.
As I look at
how things change
always the sky
remains the same.
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