Black Swans Awn Pink Lawns
The great land afar
is grand and bizarre
Black swans wander and go
on pink lawns to and fro
Under a yellow sky
Orange clouds weep green rain
Storms slowly raise in this domain
With a bright blue sun
It is big to behold
the striking red lightning phenomenon
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