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Clouds are endless,

When way up high,

towards the edges of the sky.


Also soft,

Plush, enough to catch

The common by and by.

Stars, those shooting stars

When the sky falls.


The rain, tender,

Cold on the flesh.

In the good times,

And the bad times.

Forever in my memory.


Unhappy days, begin

With a smile.

When the rain falls,

As my sky falls.


Today will be a happy day.


He who makes rain,

Also makes dew.

In due respect,

Leaves me happy too.

In the good times,

And the bad times.


The clouds will catch me,

Among the stars.

The rain, of every day

makes me want to fall.

Instead of waiting,

Among the deserts under the sun.



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