Rumble, oh my soul, and ease your tension.
Smooth the surface of your troubled waters.
Bleed, dear heart, into your little valleys.
Fill your corrugated face.
I am weary.
The path of my loved one is one of rocks and thorns.
I follow behind.
He faces the wind.
He breaks it for me.
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