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| Open up your eyes to see Clouds a-flowing fast and free. Wind is taking them afar So they can't stay where they are. They are all devoid of voice, Not proceding by their choice. When it's time for them to stop On a distant mountain top They may shed abundant tears To reflect their hopes and fears. Who knows if they'll come again! If they do, they don't know when. | ||
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