Faint remembrance upon those days
As twilight filled the sky in the smoking haze;
Fireworks of green, yellow and red
Blasting in the sky subduing my dread.

So little life mattered in that merry time
For melancholy seemed as such a crime
Upon the pebbled streets and roads,
Winding and bending and carrying loads.

The black of the sky filled the night,
And soon explosions of brilliant blue came to sight.
In union with red and white, against the shade of black
And sparkles in plenty that no eye could track.

Moving together like the music of old,
Splatters of color upon the sky manifold.

So sought the night the hues of joy
As day seeks the sun for light's employ.

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