Clouds

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We are walking around

Spotted with sun

Then I see a cloud above my head

The cloud creates a bit if darkness

It begins to be to much

I scream out for help

The cloud Belgian swirling around me

Trying to sweep me away

Everyone is fighting this battle

I won thanks to the bit of sun that shined on me

I looked around

Some people lost

I'm sorry for them

I break down and cry

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