My Oh My What a Beautiful Sky,
that washes the sea with its wisping breath,
it runs like a machine,
speaks like a dog,
and never wastes away its breath,
but what of that,
this beautiful sky,
a voice with nothing to say,
am I to believe,
that when this Earth I leave,
I should take comfort in such an unfeeling lie?
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