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Languish summer cloud; Drift to bay beneath silver stars.

In skies of blue dismay suffer rains endowed.

As  mother woes, as echoes pass the sound of cars,

and usher in autumn’s freshly given scars.

Rain sweet cloud Rain, and with weight gone

glide past winter’s pain and bathe in summers rays.

And cycle on, and cycle on…