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Storm

The waves are racing Towards the shore Boom boom boom Crashing more more more The sand is crunching Beneath my feet I sing along march to the beat Sandcastles toppling And umbrellas whisking by Storm clouds brewing And everybody swimming Land meets sky Booming waves Bitting wind Full grey clouds Let the storm begin Water plops into pond Splish splash more more more Whose passing storm? Flags shutters whore whore whore I have heard in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea Yet never in extremity It asked love for me

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