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Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and, cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
It's a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I'm a ragamuffin child,
Pointed finger painted smile
I left my shadow waitin' down the road from me awhile
Cloudy,
My thoughts are scattered and their cloudy.
The have no borders no boundary.
They echo and they swell.
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some poems in my pocket,
And a lot of time to kill.
Oh, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why won't you show your face and, bend my mind.
These clouds stick to the sky,
Like floating questions why.
And they linger there or die.
They don't know where their going,
And my friend neither do I.
Oh, cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah).
Cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah).
Cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah).
Cloudy (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah).
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