Watching the clouds,
From the door step,
Wondering where there going,
And where they'll stop,
Candyfloss floating up in the sky,
If it could think or ponder,
What would the cloud think,
Of the mountains and trees,
And the lakes and the seas,
That it passes,
Who knows?
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