I think the clouds up there
That are drifting on,
Know about us down here
And how we get along;
If this were all untrue
Which I suppose I don't believe,
There wouldn't be clouds over you
Every time you feel lives grieve.
All the clouds up there
Drift through time and space,
In our sorrows we do share
Faith in various different ways.
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