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A crackle of thunder in my chest
then all is calm
Dark clouds in the sky confess
no sparkle in my night

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Memories strike like bolts of light
as dry eyes gaze into nowhere
Alone to behold this storm tonight
and I welcome the rain

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I once believed a rainbow grew
between two hearts
But in the light I finally knew
the pot of gold, a myth

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Not even time to just ask why
sitting in awe
Three simple words, ok then, bye
all I had now gone

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Believing in a deep blue sea
and a promised endless journey
Now a shallow puddle of irony
and an artless good bye