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Paul Spring
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Clouds
Sometimes they get the best of me These gray masses of clouds That are marching Across What a little sky we have left One little light
And I let them into my faults To provoke and control But why, when you sit by my side With the same view And ask, with a smile How do they move so slowly? Isn't if funny The way the stumble through the light And fall apart?
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