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Dancing With a Cloud | ||
| Sky of pink, with blue and gray, Heralds yet another day. We have flown across the sea, Resting to a small degree. 'Tis a joy to peer aloft At the clouds so light and soft. Praise the Lord for aircraft swift That can us mere mortals lift To a destination dear Even though it isn't near. We can be a little proud To be dancing with a cloud. | ||
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