After The Storm
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I saw only red
The heavy red telling the mad
I saw the wind hardly blow
The strong heavy storm deliver the wet
I heard the bird sing the sad song
The song showered me tears and so long
I feel the rain gone
The sweat make me like drawn
When I open my eyes...
I saw your not there anymore
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