In the calm of a hurricane's eye
Fly birds in a tranquil sky
Lie of pending winds yet to come
Numb to the beat of the approaching drum
A rainbow on the back of a fly
Cry of a baby, turned into a sigh
Die, as a shadow melts with the sun
Done, life's passage, new one begun
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