Up above the bluish sky,
a streaming river holds a key of joy;
one star, a thousand stars — all so bright,
putting a smile on every face, all the time.
Small but endless stories of life,
there are millions of others in the sketch;
yet everyone with their own sky,
filled with the rewards of time, and pearls of memory shining like stars.
It holds a secret of love,
underneath the cover of a single colour,
pinning everyone with the hope of success,
with the grounded brightness of its sky.
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