The Blues

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I hear the river

the splashes of the water

crashing and flowing

I wiggle my toes

and giggle my throat once more

Suddenly it's cold

I am in the blues

The fishes tickle my feet

out of my nose, bubbles

and beneath it all

oh something special I see

instruments singing

Rays of colors here and there

my eyes burn again

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