Under a luminous sky,
Often bedazzled I lie,
And the cars with lightning speed
With the roads hold a feat,
The whiff of wind a bit cold
Comes rushing too bold,
And I bedazzled roll down sleeves
Wishing the warmth of winter to blow its breeze.
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