Like over the rainbow
When she sang
As if surprised to see
How songs like Cassidy
Happens in real...
me found her like Michael
Painting a sea
Blue white foamy
As if Ptolemy
There wrote
The astronomy vast
Of seagulls flying higher than their last
And her hair
By setting Sun's gold
me saw catching the orange
Into their curls as if foretold...
Foregone,
Forewritten...
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