Will my
Beloved storm
Ever fall to this earth,
Rise up from the soil
And cry out for me?
Will I meet the open arms
Of its sultry form,
Entangled in its madness
With my own songs of havoc?
Somewhere,
Someday
Will these sweet dreams
Descend?
Will my
Beloved storm
Ever fall to this earth,
Rise up from the soil
And cry out for me?
Will I meet the open arms
Of its sultry form,
Entangled in its madness
With my own songs of havoc?
Somewhere,
Someday
Will these sweet dreams
Descend?
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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