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Storm
The fools try to stop the wind,
but they can't.
A mighty storm is brewing as
they cover in fear.
The hurricane blows them away,
all of them.
Gone, gone, gone.
None.
but they can't.
A mighty storm is brewing as
they cover in fear.
The hurricane blows them away,
all of them.
Gone, gone, gone.
None.
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