Into the Weather I Walked
into the weather or sorrow I walked
where crows waited and squawked
the rain hit me in the face
but I did not pick up my luxurious pace
into the night of being an orphan I wandered
my freedoms freely squandered
the stars showed me the way
it made a terrific end of day
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