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Storms Blow
When the winds blow and the rains fall
I can feel her
in every breath I take
and
in every droplet that hits my brow
a needing
sheathing the barren recesses of my mind
still
I stand there not caring if I'm dry
I can feel her
in every breath I take
and
in every droplet that hits my brow
a needing
sheathing the barren recesses of my mind
still
I stand there not caring if I'm dry
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