The sound is louder than gunshots,
But the lights are so beautiful.
The fire is dangerous, surely,
But look at the colors.
‘There’s no such thing as magic,’
That’s what they told me.
‘Wake up,’
That’s what they said.
‘Stop dreaming.’
But look; look!
Have they forgotten how to see?
There are lights in the sky,
Dazzling flowers,
Endless rainbows
Without any rain.
Am I the only one who sees it?
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