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How I hate it
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the cloudless sky at night.
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And to be honest
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I also hate the cloudless sky,
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how it's in daylight.
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There was a time
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when I thought the sky, light blue as it's in daylight,
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was simply stunning:
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white large clouds,
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moving slowly
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in this blue sea we call...SKY.
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Or even NO clouds,
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just the yellow burning sun
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and the blue emptiness,
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light blue, endless...
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Don't get me wrong, I still think it's beautiful
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but now the Dark is what excites me,
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not the complete lack of light,
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because you couldn't see ANYTHING then,
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but DARK, as it's in summer nights:
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no stars, perhaps only the moon,
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the night almost bright enough to see.
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The sky.
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And the clouds.
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That's what I really need.
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The clouds.
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They're so beautiful.
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Black fog
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in the dark grey sky.
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They move quite fast.
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From right to left.
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There, in the upper left corner,
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I can see a hole,
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it's not as dark as the rest of my view.
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The whole, the sky,
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it's like on a picture,
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it's sensational...
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I watch and watch.
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All those clouds...
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They're living a life of their own.
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The sky ain't that important anymore,
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it's only the environment, the paper
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but the clouds are the drawing on the paper.
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A dark, mysterious drawing..................
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............................................
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But the clouds have gone by
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and it's getting brighter.
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Gone is the mysterious dark grey universe with the moving life,
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now only a boring grey-blue blob's there...
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How I hate it.
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Like this summer.
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Because it's such a sunny and warm summer.
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There's no rain, no storms, nothing that makes one feel alive.
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Only that stupid light blue curse which some call the summer sky.
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And all that light.
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And the Dark, even late at night, is almost non-existing,
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it disappears so fast,
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you've just began admiring it's beauty
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when it's already gone.
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Can't stand this summer.
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When is the fall gonna come?
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I miss those cold and grey days,
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I miss that wind,
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I pray for that rain.
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Coz rain,
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this means clouds,
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means I can enjoy again
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the complete beauty
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of the night.
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Burnin'
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