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Dec 2011
You change the colors of my sky,
my eternal canvas high.
When you stand still the weather turns  gray,
I'd give the world to take back the day.
But every time the sun is shining,
in the summer wind, I will be finding,
is that you're in motion and that is why,
you change the colors of my sky.
Written by
William K Chee-awai
544
   Noah Sholler
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