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Cotton wool that lives up so high.
Glowing in the big bright blue sky.
You’re up above the world and me.
Your tenderness is all I see,
When I stare at you for a very long long while.

How lovely you be makes the day.
Much beautiful in the moon’s bay
At noon, white. Dusk,
you’d be silver.
Your drop of dew makes a river
Birds delight at their flight for your glowing array.

Perfect you’re, as white as snow.
On all the come and every go,
When I trudge down on every aisle,
With me, you’d be at every mile.
You have been up, that high, watching me as, I grow.

Tochi