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Stormy clouds are traveling through your heartAnd bitter grudges are ruining your happinessHate destroys and love builds everything whichIs beautiful. Get a grip on yourself while the midday sun
Once there was a boy named Jack,
Whose family was in a state of lack,
To correct their financial down,
Jack was sent to town,
There he would make good of his vow,
And trade riches for his family' cow,
Caught between one life and the next,
the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing.
Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes
humming up through jagged earth.
My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
Dare I ask what tomorrow brings
Another day of temptation to reach my hope
Yet I am prepared, even if it stings
