What a beautiful and wonderful image
made by creator.
Moving upwards without missing it way
Vapour rising, Vapour rising.
What an amour that the clouds is
proud of in making it source.
Vapour rising, Vapour rising.
It house is in the sky though, but
one will not see it stop.
The only sound it produce is the
rainfall on our roofs
Vapour rising, Vapour rising.
How beautiful you are up in the sky.
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