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The Storm Spirits
Wind and Rain
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Toil in Vain
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Miranda - The Tempest
Atempting to dispell the tempest in my soul
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For every moment spent in your absence seeks its toll
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Fly to you soon to clear the rain
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Of my torturous endless night pain
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Madness quaking from my own hand
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Writing on the Sand
Like to continue writting in the sand-......
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when the waves will greedily devour all in the end
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