Title: Lullaby To My Soul
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And the drout and the drift.
All at once hit me with pain.
The rain is a lullaby to my soul.
Drawing clouds in my veins.
Sorrow is a thorn.
That leaves me impaired.
Now my mind is entangled.
With the memories we once shared.
And the drout and the drift.
All at once hit me with pain.
The rain is a lullaby to my soul.
Drawing clouds in my veins.
Sorrow is a thorn.
That leaves me impaired.
Now my mind is entangled.
With the memories we once shared.
And the drout and the drift.
All at once hit me with pain.
The rain is a lullaby to my soul.
Drawing clouds in my veins.
Sorrow is a thorn.
That leaves me impaired.
Now my mind is entangled.
With the memories we once shared.
And the drout and the drift.
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The rain is a lullaby to my soul.
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Sorrow is a thorn.
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And the drout and the drift.
And he to me: “the devil take thee, and do not drout.
And if the worst, drout, dearth, or disease.
In the drout of throttling, suffocating heat.
And i saw the sand run with black drout.
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The rain is like a rumbled sea.
The rain is a frightful apparition.
The rain is like a mother.
Rain is a tyrant, he will trample you.
The rain is a lullaby to my soul.
None of the above
The storm raged, like a savage beast.
The storm blew like a hurricane
The storm blew like a tornado
The storm raged like a tidal wave
The storm raged like a cyclone
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Go is a tyrant.
Go is a symphony of the spheres.
Go is a tumult.
Go is a place I want to be.
Go is a gift, but it's not for him.
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Sorrow is a great teacher.
Sorrow is a snare that sets you free.
Your sorrow is like the dripping of a garden hose.
Sorrow is a thorn.
Sorrow is a tangle of weeds.
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Impaired is a symphony of tangled strings.
Impaired is a symphony.
Impaired is a thorn.
Impaired is a syllogism.
Impaired is a stumbling block.
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