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WHAT IS THE PULL,
THAT DRAWS OUR GAZE,
UPWARDS TOWARD THE SKY..
AS THE CLOUDS OF LIFE DRIFT...
DRIFT SOFTLY GENTLY BY.
DO WE SEE,
WHAT'S REALLY SEEN,
OR ONLY WHAT WE CHOOSE.
COULD IT BE,
A MOMENT TAKEN...
A MOMENT IN OUR LIVES..
TO PAUSE AND LOOK UPWARD,
AND NOT LET TIME PASS US BY.
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CLOUDS
CLOUDS
