The cloud cried on the earth.
He drifted through the sky in sorrow,
he had no intention of making in tomorrow.
Another cloud appered,
with no tears,
and like a baby,
it cuddled to the big cloud.
The big cloud began to smile,
he hadn't done that in a while.
All he need was a friend
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