Mirroring myself.
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Isn't that sometimes the sky is bluer than the blue it is supposed to be? Isn't the canvas smeared off with a thousand paints, stained in discolor sometimes?

Mirroring myself.

Isn't that sometimes the sky is bluer than the blue it is supposed to be?

Isn't the canvas smeared off with a thousand paints, stained in discolor sometimes?

Isn't sometimes that spring tender and sun-kissed ,too cold and too bleak?

Didn't that Coldplay record besides your desk,

depress you a bit more this time?

Did you forget to look at the stars last night or didn't you care enough,this time?

You had cared too much back then,and you will again.

This time even Clapton's musicals will make you rejoice...

Remember,falls have been warmer and you were singing through it.

You had those monochrome films, in which you had sought you a thousand shades within.

The Skies had been bluer and they had been dark,

But they were not this blue all along.

Recall that pink sky,we talked of.

Did you ask him,was he where

He was not supposed to be?

. . . . . . . If you didn't notice, second half of the extract answers the first half of my feelings. :)

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