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What colour is the sky?
Between dawn and dusk,
When both night and day have fled away,
What colour is the sky to those that fly,
Or craw in the muck or dance in the dark,
What question is this?
So flimsy and dumb,
What colour the sky,
Why ask young one,
What colour is the sky?
To we who are blind,
Who watch our feet and never look up,
Or those that dwell under smog
What colour the sky,
It not, it’s a trick
Played by light on our minds,
Simple diffraction is all,
Or so science said,
What colour the sky,
If watch from above,
From the eye of a child,
Or when shared with one loved,
What colour is it for us,
I don't know,
I am not they
How should I know?
What visions they see,
Precisely.
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