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Right outside my bedroom

A cloud goes flying by

It doesn’t even stop here

It doesn’t see my blues cry

It goes right past the raven

With wings so black like rocks

It flows with trepidation

Fisted hands on a cuckoo clock

It tries to speak a language

That anyone can hear

To tell you how to live your life

what to eat and what to wear

But like clouds must keep moving

In a circle around the globe

This story blends some fables

Some young and some are old

So slide on out your window

And reach out far and wide

The clouds just keep on coming

Like a friend right by my side.

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