Grey clouds, they blanket the world,
Blocking the sun, with its glow unfurled.
The shadows, they grow, and the light, so faint,
The scene, so drear, and the air, so faint.

The storm, it hovers, with its might unknown,
Yet life still goes on, it carries on, alone.
The clouds, they'll part, and the sun will emerge,
And the light, will once again, disperse.

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