White majestic clouds, sun filled with pictures of dragons, unicorns, horses galloping, giant dogs as big as houses and mice as small as walnuts.
The clouds roll by, flow by, they drift by.
They make you think about sleeping in the sky and dreaming of a soft pillow to rest your head on.
Surrounded by the white clouds, surrounded by peace.
Dreaming and dreaming, you watch the clouds fold into your dreams.
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