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The Cloud of Grace

I took a nap on a cloud today,
Only to awake turning the right way.
And then I fell, I fell and I fell.
And I fell into a rainy day.

You should leave this place,
And journey into the inner space.
Maybe then you'll find a new face.
No matter the race,
We all join the sun on its ecliptic chase.

You shall never return,
To that mentality destined to burn.
It won't feel like anything at all.
You'll just fall, fall and fall.
And you'll fall into a showery place
With a pristine nirvanic face
And a clinging dampness of grace.





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