A cloud comes over,
All the more
For
The sunshine
That has gone before.
A melancholy arrives,
All a part
Of the flow of life,
The riding of the waves
Up and down.
I stay with myself now,
I stay with you all,
All my ancestors
And me,
Here we are together.
So the clouds have come,
Yet the sun still shines,
I quietly sit and wait,
All of us together,
We see each other.
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