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Black Clouds
The shade creeps in,
To the valley of despair,
Where, alone, she is standing,
Wind dancing with her hair.
The Earth has nothing left to say,
These dancers are not seen,
Alone in this, a sad ballet,
To man it would seem.
But to the raven in the sky,
Keen to spirits down below,
Alone they are not, and he sees why,
And only he could know.
In the valley of despair,
They come to join the dance,
These roaming spirits everywhere,
Knowing this, their last chance.
They take their partners in embrace,
And now are not alone.
But the dance becomes a race,
And once again they're gone.
Alone once more, she stands here,
And the blowing wind,
And with a smile, there is no fear,
As she waits for it again.
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