A summer day in a vast expanse of green
lying on the ground looking up at the blue,
with my wonderful lady who likes to wear red
would be where I would like to be when I'm dead.
A winter day in a vast expanse of grey
lying on the ground looking up at the grey
with my wonderful lady crying, covered in red
Oh dear... I'm dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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