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| − | + | Ode to the Clouds | |
| − | + | Author unknown | |
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| − | Author unknown | ||
| − | Like white ships on a sea of blue, | + | Like white ships on a sea of blue, |
| − | The wind blowing their sails, | + | The wind blowing their sails, |
| − | Shades of grey, white and hue. | + | Shades of grey, white and hue. |
| − | Their journey never harmed by heavy gales. | + | Their journey never harmed by heavy gales. |
| − | They drift with the wind, | + | They drift with the wind, |
| − | Taking them to further places. | + | Taking them to further places. |
| − | Gravity has been rescind. | + | Gravity has been rescind. |
| − | People hold their grudges. | + | People hold their grudges. |
| − | Clouds, knowing all the tales, | + | Clouds, knowing all the tales, |
| − | Winds with their thousand voices, | + | Winds with their thousand voices, |
| − | Don't hesitate, as good telltales, | + | Don't hesitate, as good telltales, |
| − | To tell them in rhyming phrases. | + | To tell them in rhyming phrases. |
| − | Clouds, white wayfarers above our heads, | + | Clouds, white wayfarers above our heads, |
| − | For birds the perfect beds. | + | For birds the perfect beds. |
| − | Like white ships on a sea of blue, | + | Like white ships on a sea of blue, |
| − | Oh how I wish I was a captain too.< | + | Oh how I wish I was a captain too. |
| − | + | </pre> | |
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Ode to the Clouds is a book by an unknown author. It can be found in the Royal Library in Empo Sar.
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Ode to the Clouds Author unknown Like white ships on a sea of blue, The wind blowing their sails, Shades of grey, white and hue. Their journey never harmed by heavy gales. They drift with the wind, Taking them to further places. Gravity has been rescind. People hold their grudges. Clouds, knowing all the tales, Winds with their thousand voices, Don't hesitate, as good telltales, To tell them in rhyming phrases. Clouds, white wayfarers above our heads, For birds the perfect beds. Like white ships on a sea of blue, Oh how I wish I was a captain too.
