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Nothing quite compares
To sleeping under the rain
The thunder shaking your veins
And the water clearing your brain

For the lights that flicker
Are dangerous beyond what we believe
But safe inside to see
How they beat their wings
For us to heed

The stars that laugh with giddy
Wink down at us below
Just to give me
That final blow

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