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CAN A CLOUD HAVE A BAD SHAPE?
I wish you were not in peril
I wish you weren't hoping to die
Don't you see the same clouds as I do
When you look up into the sky?
How majestically they pass over
Leaving the sky clear and blue
They won't ever darken and hover
To constantly pour rain on you
We will wait, precious friend, for that moment
When the clouds in your life float on by
They're a promise and not a bad omen
There's no need for you to die
There's a difference between broke and broken
Between grief and fatal despair
Let the clouds be our bond and our token
Of the good times ahead we can share.
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