clouds are selfish tonight
they cover the whole sky
i wonder what will i offer
everybody knows my coffer
i could have sing or whistle
to call wind to push bit farther
would be nice if it happen
on a bright day to cover me
there's brightness on horizon
similar; ripening orange fruit
it's very pleasing to my eyes
i want to watch for a while
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