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Rain Flogs My Face...

Rain flogs my face and collar-bones,
a thunderstorm roars over musts.
You thrust upon my flesh and soul,
like tempests upon ships do thrust.

I do not want, at all, to know,
what will befall to me the next -
would I be smashed against my woe,
or thrown into happiness.
In awe and gaiety elated,
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