The storm comes quietly...
So so quietly.
And in the middle...
the lightning crashes,
the thunder roars,
the wind blows,
the sky so grey.
Then just goes quietly...
So so quietly.
Without a sight...
it's gone,
the sun is out,
the birds are chirping,
the wind is calm,
the sky so blue.
And it all happened quietly...
So so quietly.

 
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