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In the midst of us all, Her whirlwind Ascends the bedlem of time She stirs through our mind As a leaf in an autum gale, Leaving thoughts in a mass Of so much stray sweepings
In the temptest of love, Her downpour Transcends the obstacle of tide She surges through our mind As a bolt of current from the sky Leaving thoughts in a mass Of so much stray sweepings
In the storm of passion, Her intimacy Disrupts the flow of life She moves through our mind As a plow in a field Revealing thoughts in a mass Of so much stray sweepings She is Sorrow... |
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