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Sometimes I think the sky is so stained,
It’ll never fade to blue again,
When you paint a canvas white,
Does it mean it’s blank?
Clouds are so difficult to hold,
And white so hard to define,
But I don’t care, because this state,
Is all I have left that’s mine.



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