These clouds look like snow,
Glaciers drifting through the sky,
Clouds like fog that rises high,
How can these little squares make up such a sphere,
Little tiny dots living through their small lives,
While we're up here looking down from the sky,
Above the whole world and earth,
Above the rivers and buildings and city streets,
How is it possible to be above everything?
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