An umbrella over my head
It´s blocking my hope
In a bird´s regret, which i can´t see
I hide my face, even if i don´t need to
A dry soul could never cry
I draw a grey cloud on the sky
It´s smiling at me
I returned the smile to her
A cloud who is rightfully mine
Wow, esta genial; es realmente bonito *-*
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