Bright, high, blue skies As beautiful as the sea Turning dark, cold, and gray A home I'll never see. White, thin, shinny clouds Blowing away in the breeze Fading off into the distance A home I'll never see. Acres and acres of green land Surround with miles of brush and trees Dimmed out of sight by gray smoke A home I'll never see. A little house on top a hill Built with wood floors and windows that gleam Bulldozed over by the falsehood company A home I'll never see.Birth sign: Pisces
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