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The sky was talking back,
Blue, orange, grey,
It was all nonsense anyway.
One night it sneezed stars
Oh how they made a beautiful picture,
It will stay this way 'till the rapture.
What is this now?
Red, purple, white,
The sky has become such a fright.
Flashes fill the air,
Planes fall from above,
Tell your family and the ones you love.
The end is near,
Hold onto something big and strong,
You will not last for long.