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The clouds float gently through the sky
As I lay down and start to cry. This world is full of hate and pain My tears flow swift and hard as rain. My life feels like a giant shame, I'm in an impossible game. It's been ages since I've felt loved And everyday I'm pushed and shoved. Long ago my spirit was crushed My hopes and dreams lie in the dust. The clouds move ever ever on As I keep crying until dawn.
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