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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.
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