Wayward Cloud

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I crawl out of bed
Like a wayward cloud
Such unforgettable love

I’ve been so often betrayed
The night breeze stirs in my room
No nightingale’s sweet tune

Suddenly it dawns on me
The poor moon’s torn apart
To show her that I think she’s bliss

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