Like the thunder that
Boils the water that
Falls from the skies and
The lightning that
Stokes the words to
This song
The verge is where
The release may free
The welling up of
Old memories and
We may one day
Fly from
The cozy nest where
Only we
Can see
Our self as
A tiny finch

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