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What could life be?

In south of France,

Above a bookshop.

Running under a pale blue sky,

Its almost a blue dance.

Could life change?

I could be dressed in yellow,

with a yellow book.

A vision could be tinted,

Maybe, I could be mellow.

Could life be real?

Bonfires warm on a roof,

The sky is red.

Stars could explode,

But, we’re fireproof.