Come out my dear sky, come out.
Come out from your own
Compound wall to smile
With the birds.
The trees of the forest
Are on line, they are
There to say something
About their own matters.
Come out my dear sky, come out.
Come out to deliver the goods
That are only yours.
The rivers are here with flowers,
The clouds are there dazzling
With the morning sun to pass new message.
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