The Beginning
Roused by a sharp and painful cry
A known tone from very nigh;
I'm amid the storm-safe in its eye
gracefully floating-where am I?
Regaining past as the oblivion fades
The arduous life staging numerous plays;
Though life seems unfair and hard to tew
Its a chance for me to start anew...
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