Lonely A Cloud At The Top
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James McLain
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Lonely a cloud at the top; as i watch.
Deep inside i feel you live up there.
You make each climb and float like a feather.
Some voice coxes you on over the white top.
Two wings spread out that windy summit.
And over each ridge the sun shines brighter.
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