Through my sunglasses
I see it all
Blue sky, rainbows,
Daisies and butter-mellows
Happy as can be
In my sunglasses
I dance to the music
the birds chirping
The wind whistling
A cheerful tune to me
And when I look
above the rims
the sky is dark
the clouds, black
flowers faltering
Beneath the rims again
for me
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