There floats above my head right now a tiny little cloud
it blocks the sun, and casts my joys away.
"You, Cloud! " I yell, without a care of others who surround;
"Leave me alone, and let me see the day."
But clouds in their state hear no woes and float without a care.
For when I leaned in, listened close, it's melody filled the air.
"Perhaps, dear Cloud, your whistling sound will bring joy to my ear.
So hover 'bove my head for now; I'll sit in comfort here."
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