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May 2011
I'm standing here
and I'm watching the storm pass over
Still seeing the sparks of lightning
as they drift further and further away
Still feeling a twinge of pain
with every distant rumble
And I take a deep breath
and I close my eyes
And realize
That I'm safe and
its finally, finally over.
And a bird flies silently, overhead, out of the clouds, and I know,
That I'm free.
Written by
   Shashank Virkud
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