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Nov 2019
I'm sorry if it's getting dark
It's the wind that pushed us that way
Just have a short walk through the park
We'll do our best to get away
Some people like watching the clouds
And remember their shape before
They lifted appart from the crowds

And in the crowds today they said
That they'll soon figure something out
They know what they're seeing, they said
It's not the end it's just a drought
Some people like watching the crowds
Giving strange names to everything
And telling us the shape of clouds
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Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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