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Mar 25
Don’t ask me what I want
Tree branches snap in storms
We didn’t know were coming
And towns flood and flow
From a storm
We didn’t know was coming
And the lighting struck my house
From a storm
I didn't see coming
Natalie
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Natalie  15/F
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   rick and Lyle
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