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Little Cloud

All alone up in the sky

A little cloud is drifting by

Soft and fluffy, brightest white

Slowly wandering out of sight

The sky so blue I just can’t see

How this wee cloud could pass by me

But now it’s gone I feel so sad

The onward flight of this Nomad

So take a look up to the sky

And smile as it comes tumbling by


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