Clouds And I go, and rest, and so is the same ..
And the grass grows, and the flower dies and the tree falls and makes a noise ..
And the wind blows and water flows, and chases the sailor ..
And I go back and put my clothes but this time, not I go out .. I leaned out
I look around there are clouds on my days
clouds veiled
Large and rare
nothing Permit penetrate
And then you know that
Stay out if you can
That day will be clear
for me but the rest I leave here
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