Hazy shades of winter in an unregarded sky
The clouds turn into animals, I sit and watch them cry
The clouds turn into stars and then the morning turns to dark
I stand upon that old green hill and smile at the world, a lark!
The snow comes down upon my head and tunrs to crystal blue
I sit and ponder many things, but mainly only you
The world grows very heavy and the night turns into day
And I am quite disturbed, beacuse the clouds have gone away |
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