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At the beginning of the day 
luminescent dawn
folding into new blu day

they all come to us.

Never mind what they did
Or didn’t do
the night and day before

Clouds were shining like
dancers in paint.

They come to our world
on the rooftop of our ghetto
Built back in ’81.

Who told
they could fly
Ban the noise of the city
by roving through skies.

Who knows how their colors
Forgotten all around

Survive among us.


Thanks to Viviane Mosso for the endless graphical support
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