Thor
Days of thunder days of rain.
Tell me now what is to gain.
The fog has been for many days.
Looking up on hidden ways.
Lightning strikes so many times.
Scaring all our little wives.
Clensing all the atmosphere
We are glad that you are here.
And when your final job is done
We are here and you are gone
Will you still take care of me
You were the one to set me free.
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