why is the sky blue?
a painting of the sky was my first love i remember the way it felt to be wrap...
a painting of the sky was my first love i remember the way it felt to be wrapped up in its blue embrace to feel the sun on my face now, looking back, i can see how the sky always loved me even when i was too blind to see how it would never leave me the sky is a part of me it's where my heart feels at home and no matter where i am i'll always long for the comfort of its embrace
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