The sun is blue
a blue sun it is
You might want to argue with me
but this fight you can't win
I saw it blue
smiling over the prairie
daring the ocean to denounce its color
scaring the flowers never to show
even a blue rose is that rare for sure
The sun is blue
in the very epitome of the word
I'm waiting for the day you will see it too
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