How is it the sky is so blue
Does it know the truth
And every now and then
Even the sky
Cant help but cry
Is that what life is
Just waiting for the clouds to pass
Just to have a few clear days
And wait till the day
even the sun refuses to shine
What's the point in living
When even the sky cant help but cry
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Author:
Sora (Pseudonym) (
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