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Finale
Thunderstorm without,
And all these city lights
Blending neon watercolor:
Kaleidoscopic sight.
The drops, in rhythm,
Tap the pane;
Now and then a thunder crash
Bellows it’s refrain.
I stand alone,
Within this busy home;
A final breath to breathe,
Ere again I must roam.
And all these city lights
Blending neon watercolor:
Kaleidoscopic sight.
The drops, in rhythm,
Tap the pane;
Now and then a thunder crash
Bellows it’s refrain.
I stand alone,
Within this busy home;
A final breath to breathe,
Ere again I must roam.
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