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Pink and blue, the sky do be, clouds like cotton, drifting free. Synchronized swimming, up above, birds and planes in a dance I love. Thinking, do I, as I lie in the grass, watching the world as moments pass. A doobee I need be, to truly see the colours that ripple like waves in the sea. The trees lean in, they whisper low, secrets only the wind can know. Petals fall like confetti from the sky, while I ponder, "Am I high?" The sun melts slow, like butter on toast, casting shadows that stretch like a ghost. Pink and blue, the sky do be, a kaleidoscope of dreams unfolding to me. Laughter drifts on the breeze so sweet, dandelions dance at my feet. Thinking deeply, or not at all— in this haze, I just let it fall. A doobee I be, a dreamer at heart, watching the world as it drifts apart. For here in the grass, the world seems clear— a playground of colours, with nothing to fear. So pink and blue, let the sky remain, while I swim in thoughts both wild and insane. For in this moment, a doobee am I, floating away on a daydream high.
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