I hear sports being undertaken and clouds floating by.
I hear time passing and worried Mothers.
The sun goes down and I hear girls practicing,
the lamp by the path calls out to me and the grass grows.
I hear the smile of a ballerina
and a tennis players fore-hand.
The cars paint-job screams out at me.
I hear its the end of the day and that pink is back in fashion
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