THE WORTH OF WORDS
I drifted as a cloud
That floats above the hills
And then I saw a crowd
Of brilliant bluebells
There blowing in the breeze
Now comes burst of sunshine
A sight for all to please
And I am feeling fine
Then soon the sun sinks low
And takes the light away
End of the daylight show
But now comes Milky Way.
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