A crow cries against the wind, loneliness within voice; Grey sky keeps dropping down, no answer from the wind. Tales from older generation, habits growing old; But somewhere beneath clouds and wind, lies the answer, a story told. May be just a wish away... Sun flares a beam quite pale, from it´s rainy lair; Just a glimpse of magic colour, spreading everywhere. For just a split second, everything looks fine; Then again it´s dark and grey, no more mighty shine. Could be just a wish away... A tramp dwells in the gutter, a real underdog; He doesn´t have any shoes to wear,nor even socks. Lookin´ for something to eat, he travels barefoot; When dogs begin to chase him down, he´d wish he had a boot...
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