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gently passing by,
drifting in the sky,
the sun not yet has risen,
still it can be seen,
the hues of morning calling,
cast upon the clouds.
these clouds do not bring the rain,
no threat that we should worry,
they pass on by,
to give a glimpse,
covered in a glaze.
the tops...
a pillow fluff,
the middle, a gentle gray
the bottom,
touched by sun,
that gives their purple shade.
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the purple clouds of morning
the purple clouds of morning