It might rain
But this is the driest of the dry deserts
So more than likely it is mere clouds
The sun is always there
The clouds thin and float away
It is a bright and shining day
It is like that for me
Though my days are good
And my sorrows are rare as desert rain
The sun is always there
The sun is always there
My worries are clouds
When I let my worries float away
It is, in reality, a bright and shining day
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