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Sometimes,
When it rains,
I feel happy.
I do not know why,
But it does.
It feels like me.
It makes me happy.
I love rain.

Sometimes,
When it is sunny,
I feel depressed.
I think I know why.
It is too bright,
It is not like me.
I hate it.

Sometimes,
When clouds cover the sky,
I don't feel anything
It is not too bright,
But it is not dark enough either.
I am not sure what to think of it.

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