*Not sure if this one belong in this collection. Let me know if anyone feels it fits the vibe of Chrysanthemum better.

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Up there, there's a sky,
Upon there, the moon rides,
The stars afloat, bleat a sigh,
Freely fly leaving light.

And I believe, there is a little dove,
Diving in the hues of life,
Does it feel all so bright,
Always see so right a sight?

Up there, there's a sky,
A boat of the milky why,
A mystery of all white,
Where no one knows what to deny,
What to entice and spice,

Then, does that little dove above,
See the misty light of lies,
And keep it's rise, 
Always have just so naive a sight?

Up there, there is a sky,
Under which sparrows have died,
Chasing lights that were bright,
Lights that were of no show tonight.

So, does that little dove know,
The odds of the many blows,
Whilst it paces up again,
Always does it have an adventurous sight?

Up there, there is a sky,
One that holds so many sighs,
Under where no one shows or knows,
When to fall, or crawl below,
Or simply call it low, take a bow.

And does that little dove above,
Diving into all the glow,
Know many of its flow,
Or always does is it the right, a sight?

Up there, there's a holy sky,
A catch of the golden rye, an alibi,
Cann't deny, upon are a million flights,
Flickering sights, many grey lights,
Schemes delight, crawls 'bout are just as small,
None to call or hold on to at all.

Still up there, there's a sky,
Upon there, the moon rides,
The stars afloat, bleat a sigh,
Freely fly leaving light.

And is there, up there a little dove?
Diving in the hues of life,
Does it feel all so bright,
Always see so right a sight?