Články označené jako: cloud
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If I were you, you black
cloud, you never fall
in tears. I’m mouse
- you hope – I’m mouse
you see. But in the minute
under wind I’ll never be again.
If you was me, you grey
mouse, you never fall
to trap, I swear.
I’m little cloud, you think,
I’m little white and clear,
just try to say what you want
and I’ll take that.
What you’ll be.
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