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The Storm of My Desire

I woke up this morning,

dreams still on my head,

lingering like the rain.

Sat watching out my window,

clouds drifting by,

thunder announcing

the storm going by.

Summer day,

Summer storm,

wind blowing fierce

as the storm goes on by.

Will I find you

in my bed tonight?

Or will I be alone again

me against the night?

I keep my head low,

avoid the crowds alone,

follow the storm clouds

to where they blow.

Will you be there when the wind blows?

Will you remain when the storm takes me to another place?

The city calls me and the country is my desire,

but neither you shall find me

once the storm has blown on by.

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