Looking out now
At the world that's so bright
Covered with clouds
Some gray and some white
So many people
So many scenes
Driving on by, they just blur
All have their own story
All their own dreams
All in it together
Though it may not seem to be
The sunset
The golden tidings
The illuminating glow
Coming from under
Yet the light still shows
Beauty just stretching
Miles, countless
The greens and the blues
How they come
How they move
Shining bright
Glamorous light
Warm and pink
Comforting cold
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