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Black Cloud Rolling In
Look very closely,
you can see it coming.
Strain your eyes and look.
Past the park and the falls.
Past the forest by my house.
Look way beyond the path,
on which we talked for hours.
Past the football field,
And the parking lots.
Look past every memory we've been blessed to share.
And you can see it.
A black cloud rolling in.
A warning of the day to come,
When you have to go away.
A necessary move I know,
But that can't sooth the sadness,
Which has steadily krept over me.
