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It kinda fascinates me
The way we look at the clouds
And let them cleanse us all up
As if we were filthy
And needed some type of divine purification
And in the same time we never stop to realize
That the clouds that cover us in a touching way
(Circling us constantly)
Cover those who we miss the most
Oceans away from our touch
So somehow we are touching each other
(But we never stop to think of it)
And that’s enough to keep me going
Till I may see you again.image

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