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The dark clouds are pierced
As the nose dives
And cut by the silver wing
Appear the hues below
Of the dark abundant water
And the fresh foliage green

When suddenly, off a mountain top
With the swoosh of the silver sword
The green disappears
The water vanishes
A new canvas appears
And everywhere, sliced in half
Appear those little dotted
Vastly omnipresent tarpaulins grey and blue

I lean back in my seat
I close my eyes and sigh
I welcome myself
To the city of Slumbai!