Look at the blue-blue, cold-cold sky,
It wouldn't pretend, wouldn't fake it, wouldn't lie,
If it wasn't so, clouds would rather be slow,
But there are no clouds at all.
If there was at least something, it would be a different day,
Different time limits, different universe, different dogs to pray,
There may not be cigarettes, thou might be absent too,
What can I possibly forget in such place without you?
There could be some fun, immortality, few new games to play,
As a tourist I'd try, but I'm not sure I'd stay,
Who made it up? What is this place where you can't even die?
I don't know, I think I'll go for 'Blue-Blue, Cold-Cold Sky'!
To my dearest man-boy M.
P.S Just in case, there is no mistake with the dogs.
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