Clouds they look like mountians your eyes they look like stars We will fill our hands with clay and try to shape our hearts Seeing life through windows touching panes of glass Crying toward our children will teach them from our past
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The sun came down to rest and make room for winter at last We have all hushed the summer to bed and we'll all breathe her last breath Oooohhh Oooo Oooohh Clouds look like mountains your eyes they look like stars We will fill our hands with clay and try to shape our hearts Seeing life through windows touching panes of glass Crying toward our children will teach them from our past Ooooo Oooo The sun came down to rest and make room for winter at last We have all hushed the summer to bed and we'll all breathe her last breath Ohhhh Ooo Ohhh Ohoo End