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A color of a teardrop is the color of the sky.
I see the wind making the leaves go back and forth.
The leaves twirl and dance around the blue sky.
The clouds are pure white like a cotton ball.
Trees are going green in the fall.
Like I said,” A color of a teardrop is the color of the sky.”
When you cry and cry the crystal sky surrounds you with love.
Love wants to make the sky into a teardrop .
The sky is my freedom,
A color of a teardrop is the color of the sky.