Always Talking, Never Listening.
Why must I always sit and never say?
You came to me the other day.
Sky blue, no more rain.
Sadness gone.
Take my hand, lead me out.
My heart is known by you.
Sadness gone.
Purify the shell I use.
To live this life in the gathering storm.
Rain, Lightning, Thunder, Calm.
Keep me close.
Biking in and around Moscow, plus other things that randomly seem to make sense to me.
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