Clouds rolled in
Thin as skin
Cold as sin
Where to begin
Up went the kite
Out of sight
Into the night
Past the light
The wind blew hard
Across the yard
Without regard
Leaving scars
Up climbed hope
Down slipped rope
Hard to cope
When dreams don't float
A crow flew by
Across the sky
Without a cry
Asking why
The stars burned bright
Small and white
Holding tight
Through the night
One last chance
One last glance
One last dance
Before fate's hand
Morning waited
Quiet and still
While the world stood
On the hill
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