For some the day will come
When the white clouds seduce
Entering your life with whistles and drums
and sadness is what they produce
They act like a friend
They're there when others are not
They promise they'll be with you to the end
You give them everything you've got
They tell you everything you're not
As time continues they are no longer white
They follow you around
and they block out the light
They become your life
But you have to put up a fight
And things will get better
Your life will be bright
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