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The sky is so bright, so beautiful, so clean
And all of the colors can be seen
I see all the reds, yellows, and blues
Green, orange, and some purple too
The streetlights dim lighter
As the sun rises higher
Dark blues goes down to red
And a little purple can be seen above your head
The colors eventually even themselves out
And that's what the morning is all about
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