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SOMETHING IS A BREWING,
YOU CAN FEEL IT IN THE AIR,
THE BIRDS TOOK FLIGHT,
NOW NONE IN SIGHT,
THEY TOO KNOW WHAT'S TO COME.
THE QUIETNESS HAS SETTLED IN,
AND SO TOO ALL THE PEOPLE.
EVERYONE IS WAITING,
WAITING FOR THE STORM,
AND WITH THE FIRST SNOWFLAKE FALLING,
NOW WE WAIT NO MORE.
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BEFORE THE STORM
BEFORE THE STORM
