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Oct 2011
The wind is strong, it tears apart.
The rain picks up, it's getting dark.
The thunder cracks louder, makes everyone fuss.
The lightning strikes down, there can't be enough.
The clouds are black, covering all.
The hail is pounding, "danger" is its silent call.
The tornado is coming, preparing to start.
All these things I feel in my heart.
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