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| In the valley high and dry, Clouds are filling up the sky, Slowly hiding all the blue, Doing what they have to do. Changing shapes of black and white Form a captivating sight. They bespeak a silent pow'r, Growing stronger by the hour. Maybe they will bring some rain! They can do it without strain. Or if they're not having fun, They can wait the clearing sun. | ||
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