Clouds often change the form. You watch and think - how amazing... Especially at the severe storm... As if the fairy tale is rasing... You notice one lovely cloud, Which smiles to you and always teasing. It looks at you from clouds crowd, You feel your heart is warmly squeezing. So you was loved by sunny cloud. With brightest rays, a lot of passion... Without knowing what's around. With swiming in your hot impassion. And so was for many years... You and your cloud... Passion dancing.. And suddenly all disappears... With no regret... With no romancing... So what you loved? Don't know truth... And where's cloud? No reply... You lose a way and thinking thus You haven't something to rely... | 
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