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Secrets To The Sky
I keep looking at the sky,
Through my window all day,
In varied hues.
Telling it stories and secrets,
Which I want to tell you.
All day it listens to me,
Like it has no one else to listen to,
All I wish it could talk to me,
Laugh at my mind crook.
But it only changes its hues,
Just like you would.
