One of those mysterious days
When the clouds fly back and forth
Eclipsing then releasing the sun
A lamp turned off and on
A rush of gloom invading
Everything and then the light
Joyfully rushing in
A child's game or a god's
Now you see me now
You don't I play along
Dashed down in darkness
When you're gone
Though I feel you still there
Overwhelmed when you return
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