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Thunder
Thunder, thunder burning bright.
Neon forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
could perform this design
What furnace forged the chain
and made you forget your name
What hammer hit the nail
that made you lose your brain
Thinking it is always the same
Thoughts of hope
Thoughts of pain
Thoughts smooth as pale blue skies
Thoughts are dripping through your brain.
Neon forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
could perform this design
What furnace forged the chain
and made you forget your name
What hammer hit the nail
that made you lose your brain
Thinking it is always the same
Thoughts of hope
Thoughts of pain
Thoughts smooth as pale blue skies
Thoughts are dripping through your brain.
Published 2nd Jul 2019
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2nd Jul 2019 1:01pm
"Thunder, thunder burning bright.
Neon forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
could perform this design"
killer opening lines...
love Brenda ❤
Neon forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
could perform this design"
killer opening lines...
love Brenda ❤
2nd Jul 2019 3:22pm
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