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| Clouds are sleeping on the peak, Waiting for the sun they seek, Not afraid to take a rest Even though they may be stressed. Yea the peak has bid them stay, But they want to fade away. Though in time they'll disappear They are not obsessed by fear. They know when the weather's right. They will come again in sight. We, too, may be born again But we don't know where or when. | ||
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