Skies so bright and wondrous,
The enemy is within, without;
The tower-view has the highest-peak around,
I played all-day with my eyes, seeing is corrupt.
The bridges walk with wonder,
Above oceanic properties;
A road travels flawless, inside one.
Skies so clear, I gaze into distances
That reside, as some of us learn too clearly.
Under the morning sun a frown
Has come upon my features of coldness,
Hotness is special and far greater.
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