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Apr 2018
A storm is coming,
And it's going to pass;
And people are scared,
It will come with a blast.

'Cause a storm it brings things,
And things, it carries away,
And nothing stays the same,
and the same all seems changed.

People lock up their doors,
Afraid of what it will bring,
Little do they know,
That a strom is needed for spring.
Written by
Kaitrina
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