The one I love is dying in a hotel room. The one I love is dying in a western world. I can save you, or I can erase you. But there is nothing I can do to stop the day. Come back, cloud. Come back. The one I love is temporary. Is hind-sighted. Is a memory child. But I can lose you, or I could loosen you up. But there is nothing I can do to fill my time. Come back, cloud. Come back.
I play the game of guessing alliances now. I could suss out the details, though it may take a few days. I can invite you, or I could freeze you out, but there is nothing I can do to dent the sky. Come back, cloud. Come back. I can touch myself to please you and I can sink much deeper than usual. But there is nothing I can do to change the score. Come back, cloud. Come back.
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