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Bleak Weather, Timid Sky

Bleak weather, timid sky
Loss of words, a chance to fly

Break of dawn, sun is nigh
Open the eyes to a wonderful high

Barking dogs, braying asses
Kids dancing their first dances

Comes a holy night, starry sky
Lying on the back, count the hours go by

Having the time, the time to admire
To feel the love, to feel the quiet

Bring me back those times again
For my worries need to be slain

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