Young blue boy, flying through free air,
The slight breeze that carries him smells of summer,
And the warmth of the sun, comes from his skin,
All you people, toil behind screen doors, letting air in,
Break out of your prison, and follow the boy,
Who floats over and past fields of green,
This is a sun day, a breezy hair day,
A blue boy day.
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This gives such a nice picture in my mind of summer. I'm inspired to leave my work and go outside! Too bad it's raining today....
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