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The sky becomes black silk.
Lightning clashing my window-panes
Wet cold clear drops
Come from the sky
My lonely days are here.
A black shadow
Of hand comes out the ground,
Tries to reach my face
But can it get angrier?
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The clear drops are coming faster,
The lightning make sounder,
The sky becomes darker,
But I still have the faith
That he left in my hands
The day he died.
A hand comes through
The sky, and make my lonely days
Shine once again.
He saves my life.
