On Cloudy Days.
When you are sad and tired and full of woe
And dozing in your chair, wake up and write,
And softly sing, and ponder the bright light
Your smile once gave, and of its brightest glow
How many adored your shining happy face,
And adored your look of hope on troubled days,
But I have adored the rebellion of your ways,
And adored the warmth of your embrace,
And sitting here under the rising sun
Whisper, a little sadly how time passed
And vanished into the clouds at last
And left its print on everyone.
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