As we are drowned in fear
The storm is here
The sound we hear
But now its near
A sound of cry
From a house nearby
The more we try
The more we say bye
A storm with tide
Seems to coincide
With that aside
What we seem to abide
Like a mice
It rows and moves like a dice
Which has no price
But comes with ice
With a loud bang
Same as that of a gang
The song 'Hang'
Which they normally sang
A storm with a mission
Already seen in a vision
And with diverse versions
A storm of no imagination.
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