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They have a sky in Albion, / At least they tell me so; / But she will wear a veil so thick, / And she does have the sulks so quick, / And weeps so long and slow, / That one can hardly know.
Yes, there's a sky in Albion. / She's shown herself of late. / And where it was not white or gray, / It was quite bluish-in a way; / But near and full of weight, / Like an overhanging plate!
Our sky in California! / Such light the angels knew, / When the strong, tender smile of God / Kindled the spaces where they trod, / And made all life come true! / Deep, soundless, burning blue!