The clouds
The moment passes quickly
and my heart could not beat
I stand in the middle of the ocean
with the waves beating on my feet
I breathe a sigh of relief when
the helicopter flew over my head
I pinch myself more than twenty times
to prove that I was not dead
And it was just like yesterday
When the old mountain spiritual
roll the dark clouds away.
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