The yellow sky do I see
just like the golden yellow sands of dee,
riffeles and raffels do I see,
all bodering the golden yellow upper sea,
yellow in the center and pink all around;
I just wonder how nature could be beautifully bound,
as the sun sets, the yellow 'get wets'.
It turns itself into dark red, I trap this beauty in my head.
when I do that it becomes a memory,
it always will be recorded in nature's history; in my mind.
but as it sets, everyting goes,
don't worry, the stars come in more's'
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