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And the cloud looked down upon the clay
And saw its dead pass next before the day
And the clay looked up at the cloud
And the clay looked up at the cloud
At the cloud, at the cloud

And saw its changingness
And cried aloud in the former flesh
And saw its changingness
And cried aloud in the former flesh
To be a temple for the sky

And saw its changingness
And cried aloud in the former flesh
To be a temple for the sky