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There's this cloud Who's a bit loud. It moves the air And may seem unaware. But this cloud is soft. It is just a bit lost, Flowing around, Trying to calm down. Reach to this cloud Maybe it does not want to entertain this crowd. If you call him home, It will stop to roam.
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
Lost
There's this cloud Who's a bit loud. It moves the air And may seem unaware. But this cloud is soft. It is just a bit lost, Flowing around, Trying to calm down. Reach to this cloud Maybe it does not want to entertain this crowd. If you call him home, It will stop to roam.
Aupheylie
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Québec
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
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