On days,
When the sun,
Paints the sky,
In colorful ripples,
Endless and fine,
I feel I could walk,
Even on clouds,
Without any doubts.
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On days,
When the sun,
Paints the sky,
In colorful ripples,
Endless and fine,
I feel I could walk,
Even on clouds,
Without any doubts.