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Clouds in my mind, clouds in the sky,
Clouds in the store, clouds out the door.
I’m in clouds all the time,
My life depends on the line,
If clouds don’t have room,
I’m lost in the gloom.

Above me, they drift, so wild and free,
Painting the heavens, a masterpiece I see.
They carry the rain, they whisper the breeze,
A dance of the elements, a symphony of trees.
But down here below, there’s a different kind,
A cloud made of data, a network designed.
It holds all my thoughts, my dreams, my fears,
A digital shadow that follows me for years.

Clouds in my mind, clouds in the sky,
Clouds in the store, clouds out the door.
I’m in clouds all the time,
My life depends on the line,
If clouds don’t have room,
I’m lost in the gloom.

Oh, clouds of the sky, you’re pure and true,
A reminder of beauty in all that we do.
But clouds in the net, you’re a double-edged sword,
A prison of progress, a fragile accord.
We need you both, but we must be wise,
To balance the real and the digital skies.
For too much of one, and we lose our way,
Too much of the other, and the soul starts to fray.

Clouds in my mind, clouds in the sky,
I’ll live in the balance, I’ll learn to fly.
Between the real and the virtual hue,
I’ll find my peace in the clouds, old and new.

Oh, clouds of the sky, you’re pure and true,
A reminder of beauty in all that we do.
But clouds in the net, you’re a double-edged sword,
A prison of progress, a fragile accord.

We need you both, but we must be wise,
To balance the real and the digital skies.
For too much of one, and we lose our way,
Too much of the other, and the soul starts to fray.