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Transparent blue away.

And the day is lightening morning.

Redder than the Morning Dawn

Fire fever as if.

Filled the sky with fire.

The sun rose on the sky cool.

And having painted the clouds with amber,

Swept the brush like as if.

Painted a summer day,

Lake, swimming in a circle.

And the air was too lazy to paint

Add Summer to a blue friend.