When I held a cloud,
In my hand,
It was a lovely day.
I couldn't even understand,
How it could be this way.
When I held a cloud,
In my hand,
The radiance at hand,
Spoke to me of happiness,
Across the land.
When I held a cloud,
In my hand,
I understood what it meant,
That this is the way,
Happiness went.
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