When light is migrated
It emits thunder as if
Soul of cloud is parching
It squeals for being migrated
It has to rain now to leave sky
Drop down to earth to fulfill her need
Who can understand his wailing
It doesn't know where it'll fall
How it'll be treated, has to depart
It'll meet the ocean, will embrace
Salty soul for new formation
Befitting for creation of new life
So cloud is wailing enormously.
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