While she was going away
The sky was fish blue
And the clouds high on cocaine
I swear that it's true
Down the lake of pink water
The island of gold was big
Like a mountain of leather
Or a weird shiny twig
Dolphins in the air
Pink Floyds under the surface
Dogs playing in there
Sleepy babies without face
And colours : bright lashes of red
And yellow thunderish rays
Green powder were said
Blue was running away
09/01/2015
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