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The thunder is loud in my ears

I got laughed at by all my peers

The wind blew hard

I hoped it would blow my memory away

But instead it blew away my faith

And it let the memory stay.

Lightning has struck many times

And turned the air as sour as lime

The storm keeps going

And the memory is still showing

I’ve always dreamt of a happy ending

Maybe I can have it when the sun is out

So the dream will no longer be pounding

But for now, I’ll listen to the angels pout.

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