The clouds drifted across the cold, grey sky.
The apple the eye, poison, the pie, the people who posed with smiles.
Tinkle, twinkle, in the sky; in the darkness catch my eye.
Blue and free is worry free, rivers dashing reflect your light
Foam rock stops me, so I must climb over the large soldiers clad in green.
Who dared run and who dared fly, no-one but I, no-one but I.
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