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Jhim-Rim.

The Sky Is Grey Now.

The sun is present though.

In tears,

Because clouds do cheers.

Their high fives.

Send us lightning.

Following light or heavy thundering.

It is not easy to defeat the Sun.

He is always present.

The clouds break up.

Sing hymns,

Rim-Jhim-Jhim-Rim.

Adios!

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