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| Clouds of white are rolling in, Sometimes thick and sometimes thin. They are daring sun to try All it can to make them cry. They are happy; they won't weep. They're alert and never sleep. But the wind may come to say, "You've been here enough today." Then they travel up the coast Where the air is warm as toast, Ready then to meet their fate! Slowly fade and dissipate. | ||
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