Mirrored sun is blinking down
In numb approaching style
Hear the chimes of tomorrow
Clearly for a while
Listen to these bells collapsing
Into endless voices
Sky-shape silhouette
Is dancing on her choices
Children praising for the ray
Of lonely distant sun
Surrounded by the purple clouds
In their skywards run
Said and done the master said
It’s easy to complain
The tempting voice of Lady Grass
Is in my head again
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