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Storms Grow Fast

Make haste I say, come here For lighting I am wary The storms grow fast and heavy Thunder booms in themes so merry God watches every soul In tears I can’t control In happiness I do pray Until that weary day

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eponym1

American

Published: Aug 13, 2010
LinesWords: 1541

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