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In a Cloud | ||
| When I'm climbing in a cloud, Far above the city crowd, There is dampness all around And a solitude is found. Birds are quiet in the nest, Having eaten, they can rest. It is cooler in the cloud, With the sun above the shroud, And my spirit is aloft, In the atmosphere so soft. Praise the Lord for weather change. I enjoy it; it's not strange. | ||
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