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In my loneliness the wind
strikes a blow
My head got struck
Like a fire truck
That relieves your mess
Like a killer beast
That delivers a false
feast
Yet wind tenderly strikes
back
To hold me back
To fire out those blues
Now glued with the
roars of thunder...
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