As the wind and the rain
Blew and swirled
Cussing at my window
It seemed to be some type of pleasantry
There was tranquility
Hurried at things that modern,
Miscue people wouldn't have done
Rights, What are the rights?
Happiness, Serenity?
I just know
With you I have both
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