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Depression is the thing with dark clouds
That covers our world that was once happy and gay
It brings rain to our once happy world
It brings tears to our once smiling face.
The cloud spreads throughout the world
Covering threw and threw
It covers our minds until
There is no light or laughter left.
It comes and it goes
It makes us sad
It makes us cry
Oh, those dark clouds of depression.