A fluffy mountain,
Hidden in the sky.
A silver traced line,
A last pleading cry.
A white pillow;
Such hope has been feared.
The silver lining,
Has finally appeared.
A blue mottled bird,
A white fluffy cloud.
Something to be happy,
Something to be proud.
Every cloud,
Has a silver lining.
Just some are dull,
And others shining.
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