The morning clouds came and went, came and went, and the breezes pink made mauve-gold dimples where green grass bent. The night was empty for having spent its last gold coin on a deep drink of morning clouds where they went across the ripples that lent the surface of the river's ink these mauve-gold dimples where green grass bent like the glassy eyes of an old gent staring out and starting to think about clouds that came and went, came and went into the tent of the day that was on the brink of mauve-gold dimples where green grass bent. Wherever my father went, I can only recall and blink, it was where the morning clouds were sent, where mauve-gold dimples and green grass bent.

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