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Rows of puffy clouds, floating by

What kind of secret is kept inside?

Pressed up against an azure sky

I can see them, but, what do they hide?

I heard someone say it is merely the rain

Though I am not sure they are right

I sense a calmness, across this plane

Closer together, they gather, aflight

Til the sky opens up, with a heavy sigh

And the sunlight bows down, to the mist

Their secrets, are no longer held, up high

Nourishing my soul, I am sweetly kissed


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