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One thundery night, When the sounds of beads filled my ears, I discern a moment of peace One that reminded me of being in the arms of Morpheus I sat on what seemed like a sea of cotton; I heard the cries of the faint violet skies, All the more when it screamed, And no longer did I feel my spirit lift Contemplating on what the problem might be I recognize the cries of plea One that I knew of One of thee I sat in silence, once again Perceiving all that I could feel The cries came after a blaze of light But all the more of what was inside The thunderstorm was familiar; It was someone that I knew Sitting here, once again, in peace Seeing that it was parallel to me
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
An all too familiar fondness
One thundery night, When the sounds of beads filled my ears, I discern a moment of peace One that reminded me of being in the arms of Morpheus I sat on what seemed like a sea of cotton; I heard the cries of the faint violet skies, All the more when it screamed, And no longer did I feel my spirit lift Contemplating on what the problem might be I recognize the cries of plea One that I knew of One of thee I sat in silence, once again Perceiving all that I could feel The cries came after a blaze of light But all the more of what was inside The thunderstorm was familiar; It was someone that I knew Sitting here, once again, in peace Seeing that it was parallel to me
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
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