Open sky at the order
In the night, not too many stars to count
In the day, huge clouds passing by
Where do they go when there is no place to crash?
For sure they don’t want to stay in these land
If they’ll do, they’ll die
Always too hot
Always too cold
Moskitos, wind and rain
Welcome to Alberta
Way far from heaven
Never too close to hell
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