LVII. consequences

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The skies are a bright blue
the sun is glistening
the night has brought it's glowing moon
and the stars are listening

if you ask me

the skies aren't a bright blue
the sun isn't glistening
the night has brought it's gloomy moon
all for the thought of you

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