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I wish I could just sit |
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and listen to the silence; |
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the stillness brought about |
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by the approaching storm |
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Close by the sky stays
light, |
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fading towards the horizon, |
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disappearing, becoming |
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dark storm clouds |
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Slowly a gap appears; |
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a few tiny slivers of gold |
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shine through - light
bursting |
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out of heaven's gate. |
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I wish I could catch those
beams |
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and trap them in a box,
keeping them |
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for a rainy day |
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I wish I could store them
up |
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like memories for times
when |
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it's cold and grey |
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I wish I knew how... |
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