The clouds told me their names, Will I remember them when it starts to rain? But for now, let the sun shine on. For now, I'll soak up the stars. Watching the soft cotton frozen in time Even in the dead of summer, those clouds still cool with morning dew. I'll stare at their shadows. As they share divine, sugary secrets with the sky. Those sweet secrets that make flying worth while.
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