Look at my mother
Look at my father
Look at my brother
Don’t look at me
I’m just a cloud
Passing the sun
Brushing over the
Deep blue sea
For I’m here
Just for a while
As a fleeting glimpse
You can talk to me
Tell me you’re happy
Tell me your worry
Tell me your fear
Tell me what you see
If you’re sad
Growing mad
Take my hand
You can come with me
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