people come and go,
they steer through the morning dew
and vanish upon sunlight's glow.
They hop upon the northern breeze
and ride atop whispy clouds.
they dance a tune with one right foot,
and step the other towards the crowd.
oh how I'd love to make them stay,
walk them through the morning's day,
and hide the sun behind the moon.
I'd hold on tight and let the breeze past through,
make the skies so clear and blue-
a single cloud no trace nor clue,
slow them down as they guild my foot,
to and fro so there's just us two.
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