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Storm Soul

When dark tides crash and roar like thunder,
When lightning flashes, ripping trees asunder;
When storm clouds darken the azure sky,
When howling winds weep and cry;

When torrential rains beat with savage fury,
When sparkling snow falls in a dazzling flurry;
When air becomes still and heavy in warning;
When skies weep gently in silent mourning;

Then my soul soars high on joyful wings;
Then my heart in grateful rapture sings;
Then my mind relaxes its constant vigil;
As lightnings arc a blazing sigil.

Born of wind and storm and sky;
Born to spread soul wings and fly.




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Storm Soul