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The band is the storm
Thunder cracking
Rain drops beating a steady rythym
The whistling wind
The crashing and the thrashing
It's an orchestra you see
Coarse a musician with untrained eyes and ears
see nothing in this band
All they hear or see
Is racket and fear
I, myself, see a story
Never told before
I am a dancer in the rain
Hearing their self speaking stories
In my sensitive ear
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