Those dark clouds hide The moon's smiling... I wait for these clouds To cross into their destination... There are many clouds In the sky... Scattered clouds try to get away, but They can not separate themselves... That pretty moon can not be hidden For ever and ever... These different kinds of clouds Can not stay together, but All those thirsty lands wait For them anytime... When it's clear, then The pretty moon smiles alone... When those scattered clouds move, then Rains will be inevitably in that pretty horizon.. Either the moon by itself or Those clouds by themselves... There is a pretty formula Which we see every now and then... ___________________________________________________________________
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