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STORM

Resurrected in a sunbeam
And feeling like a daydream
She's coming through lone stars
To bury all my private stars

A dazzling speed-of-light in mind
I choose another kind
Of self-destructing dugs and stuff
Like winds and storms that cold and rough

She's the Storm
A dancer on the top of waves
She's the Storm
Like the deads appear out of their graves

The appearance of a miracle
From the outside to the middle
Of my electric heart and soul
I'll never suffer anymore

This poem might never end
An eternity it grabs my land
Confusion turn into the storm
Won't it come soon an the dawn

She's the Storm
A dancer on the top of waves
She's the Storm
Like the deads appear out of their graves

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