Green Moon, Pink Waves
’ve built my city beautiful and tallLights beaming, neon glowingAfter years, my city was finally builtIts atmosphere clearUntil the blue sun rose& changed it allThe blue sun beamed for months& moved all of the skies cloudsInto the tall buildings I grew for my city Then one day the green moon came & shined so brightIt made the pink ocean fill with so much rageIts waves finally came crashing into my cityThere were stars inside it I did not know ofThey broke the glass windows of the buildingsAnd finally set free the cloudsInside my precious, beautiful city
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