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May 2016
I sit beside my windowsill
When the sun should be rising
Instead grey cotton ***** fill the sky
Drops of God's Tears fall upon us
Why is he so sad and gloomy?
He is not happy because the sky is dark
Why so sad?
Will we ever know
Alex M
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