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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;">Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till the day ends.</p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;">We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon." I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"</p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;">They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."</p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"> "My mother is waiting for me...