Sunglasses

Through my sunglasses

I see it all

Blue sky, rainbows,

Daisies and butter-mellows

Happy as can be

In my sunglasses

I dance to the music

the birds chirping

The wind whistling

A cheerful tune to me

And when I look 

above the rims

the sky is dark

the clouds, black

flowers faltering

Beneath the rims again

for me

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