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The Hollies

Stilled moment
rain silent
your breathe
quake the light
deafens the birdless
and winds of the growl
I stare at the thunder
conceal the skies
and make shore the haul
when moments
inside the closing door
to shut the noise
to fall with the kind
carry the hope
tuck all that's left
in feigned disguise

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