A cloud is a funny sort of crystal
So bright yet so light, so large yet so small.
It doesn't strike anyone, for a cloud is far too nice for that sort of nonsense
And no one strikes it for it is too soft and innocent and sweet.
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Joy is the rainbow that spills from the sky,
And why would it not? It has plenty to spare,
Plenty of joy to share with the ground,
Too wild and wondrous a thing is a cloud, for it cannot be taught.
A cloud is a funny sort of crystal
So bright yet so light, so large yet so small.
It doesn't strike anyone, for a cloud is far too nice for that sort of nonsense
And no one strikes it for it is too soft and innocent and sweet.
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Joy is the rainbow that spills from the sky,
And why would it not? It has plenty to spare,
Plenty of joy to share with the ground,
Too wild and wondrous a thing is a cloud, for it cannot be taught.
A cloud is a funny sort of crystal
So bright yet so light, so large yet so small.
It doesn't strike anyone, for a cloud is far too nice for that sort of nonsense
And no one strikes it for it is too soft and innocent and sweet.
Â
Joy is the rainbow that spills from the sky,
And why would it not? It has plenty to spare,
Plenty of joy to share with the ground,
Too wild and wondrous a thing is a cloud, for it cannot be taught.