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FACTORY OF CLOUDS
The smoke that comes from all the toil,
Does not charm most eyes beautiful,
But when the song is loud and deep…
It lifts his voice and then it cries.
The cloud that hovers round the town,
Pre-empts the baby's loudest grown
And when the voice of cry is heard,
Oh Lord my God, why for the child!
The factory that brings up the clouds
That makes its weakened heart so sad,
Is but a song with tune so high,
With soft melodies in background.
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FACTORY OF CLOUDS
FACTORY OF CLOUDS