why does the cloud in the sky pass you by
when you can be looking down at the ground around
at this time in your mind
the past went so fast
but right now I say how
into the future, you better get used to
a little bit of my dribble, oh please don't squabble
I'll be back with some crap
or some other words that rhyme
how divine.
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