Swaying in dance the clouds never seem
to clear over the times that we move
Clearly the sun has hidden it's face
today for no reason that we can say
Sometimes we dance in the rain between
raindrops we crave
The enjoyment of what the sky presents
for tomorrow doesn't always allow
A new ecstasy that we can breathe in
for the day's long and short
For the days, for the days are long and
short
And the moon's coward grace – humbled
during the day's grandiose existence
Finds it's way to lighten the darkest
skies
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