I see this. I see that.
I see anything, laying on the grass.
Watching the clouds pass us lazily.
White tufts dance, roll and fly by.
The special, secret game in the sky.
The white against the blue forms shapes
There's a bear. There's a smile. I point up.
I ask what you see.
I see a cloud you tell me.
You stand up and walk away.
We'll try again another day.
I'll think of anything to make you proud
or scream aloud
or vow to play with me forever
We'll watch the clouds, again, together
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