Light pink clouds and paper flowers,
wherever I look, something's unique.
Then, there comes, little rain showers---
droplets glittering, filled with mystique.
Purple hills and flying ponies,
chasing each other up in the air.
White forests; where the witch's cronies
live, abiding her laws, fair and square.
Red and blue grass, under my feet,
yellow-colored mountains, in my view.
I can hear my happy heart beat.
For all things are different in hue.
But then, the light pink clouds turned gray.
I can see the black willow waving.
That's my cue, I should go away,
since the magic I used is fading...
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