Title: Lullaby To My Soul

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Instructions


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.


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.


None of the above



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


None of the above



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.


None of the above



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.


None of the above



Impaired is a symphony of tangled strings.


Impaired is a symphony.


Impaired is a thorn.


Impaired is a syllogism.


Impaired is a stumbling block.


None of the above