The sky stood out motionless,
For a moment it was highly probable
That electricity had verified itself,
Or the clouds surpassed in surprise;
But initial meanings floated,
Like the balloons of the fair.
As I watched the viridescent sky,
One amount of green land was seen as well.
Black and blue was the ocean of health,
Rich beings had been accommodated,
Or they still wept under the oceanic boughs.
The buying was concentrated like sins,
The sky stood out all so dark now,
With frogs and signs of disguised beings,
Frequenting the common lands.
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