My heart is melting,
Like ice cream on a sunny afternoon.
Dripping slowly to the floor.
God isn't here now,
He's busy with his show.
He's making the clouds cry.
I saw God's show.
My life reflects on the rivers,
The rivers the tears fill.
A dazzling noisy light show.
The clouds are born actors,
Could they be any more natural?
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