I cry
the sky crys
when i'm happy
the sun is out shiny bright
when i am confused
the sky is gray and cloudy
i think i mother nature
i don't quite get it yet
but it seems the sky goes as i feel
maybe thats why its been raining so much
so am i her
maybe not
but it would be pretty cool if i was
mother nature isn't me
i could not hold on 2 that responablity
everyone would suffer
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