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WARNING

Pretty pink cloud what

are you doing in the clear sky,

lit up and desired by

the dawning of the day?

You change your shapes and as

you sail you lose that fire;

you break and disappear,

warning me in this way:

You too, bold young man,

whose hours so gladly chime,

for whom love and sweet dreams

conceal the tomb,

you will fade, closing

one day your eyes of blue;

you’ll see no more round you

your friends and skies of home.