When storms gather
The sky cries
Yet you feign def
To the crackles in your inn
When the wind blows
The still waters seize
And turn in tunic wave
How come your skin
Cannot feel the hit
If millipedes cannot see
The hurdles in its path
He surely can feel
To know of another way
But you, you
You continue in your stray
Listen to the whispers of
Of your squealing roof
Hear the rumbling of your reefs
And learn of a better tune
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