Too Blue

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The Sky is Too Blue for me

Sometimes when I am lost in a fever

And the sky is too blue for me

The night is too dark and the day is too long

And freedom is not really free

The air is too clean to breathe freely

And I see everything too clear

The peace is too peaceful for comfort

I understand everything that I hear

There is more perfection in the music

Than there really ought to be

I have more love than a man should have

It’s all much too much for me

The children are no longer crying

The truth is always so true

The earth is productive and fertile

And the sky is much too blue

One day I will be leaving

To a place where I really am free

But the place where I am is so perfect

I am not sure it’s where I should be

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A touch of nastalgia with the actual belief in the perfection of the world

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