Across the meadows of the sky
The scattered clouds are drifting by
Like puffs of cotton hung in space
All seeming to be out of place
The clouds diminish one by one
Until the skies of day are done !
Across the meadows of the sky
The scattered clouds are drifting by
Like puffs of cotton hung in space
All seeming to be out of place
The clouds diminish one by one
Until the skies of day are done !
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