Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: qualquer



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I went walking down by the river, 
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feeling very sad inside,

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When all at once I saw in the sky 
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the little white cloud that cried.


He told me he was very lonesome 
and no one cared if he lived or died.
And said sometimes the thunder and lightning
make little clouds hide.

He said have faith in all kinds of weather, 
for the sun will always shine.
Do your best and always 
remember the dark clouds pass with time.

He asked if I'd tell all my world 
just how hard those little clouds try.
That's how I know I'll always 
remember the little white cloud

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That sat right down and cried.