Clouds have passed,
Sun can only be forecast.
Took you by your hand,
Showed you the light grand.
Tears shall not be shed,
Hands will no longer be red.
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Sanity Sanity
Poetrycollection of poems of a too young person to be dealing with this kind of things
Red
Clouds have passed,
Sun can only be forecast.
Took you by your hand,
Showed you the light grand.
Tears shall not be shed,
Hands will no longer be red.
