Of vast open skies,
the blues, the hues,
cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine,
white for foam and green,
shades of the new palette,
titanium white, clouds, ochre sun.
Mist and winds will blow,
through open landscapes will go,
chiming clock, bells and tower.
Lighthouse, wharfs, pleasant bower,
peaceful bay, steps down the water,
horizon sunset reaching the harbour.
The lengths, the widths, the air
the space, the breath, the fair,
playful town of freedom,
the adventure awaiting,
a fresh new canvas from
which a new painting.
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