A little cloud is passing by

By: Merela (School of Electrical and Electronic Eng.)
Competition Year: 2016
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Green leaf of the mid July,
A little cloud is passing by.

Can’t tell if it’s snow or rain,
Or it’s tears cried in vain.

When flowers bloom in the trees,
Or when wind will bend their knees.

When a fiddle madly sings,
As fingers bleed along its strings.

Men and dreams will rise and die,
Clouds will run around the sky.

Be the sin you can’t forget
How you loved someone and left.
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