Pick me a branch, or silver lining,
Like the warm fabrics flapping against the wind,
Hung across lines and lines of sunshine.
Orange red rays, you flashed by,
Pick me your memory, or time,
Like your mother's warmth against the universe of darkness,
Breaking through my mind.
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I put up the bunting, you coloured, and You hung up the skies.
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