The sky may hide behind the cloudy rains
To cry as easy as it had once laughed,
To be alone, and to patch up its veins
Sliced back and forth by random aircraft -
So cries my heart inside its lonely place,
And no one is to know or guess its way.
Say, will it heal, or will it always stay
Cut by the edge of your unfading trace?
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