I , the Cloud, White and clean, But loose and shapeless. I am the hope of a Farmer, As I do the Rain, Risen high, Saw the Beautiful World, Cry, dissolve in Rain, And the representation of Love. Nobody loves me, loves the Rain, And hide the Sun behind me, Cover like a Blanket, And hide the pain, Beside the Lake, Beneath the Trees, Fluttering and Dancing in the Breeze.
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