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I don’t remember exactly what I was doing. Exactly what made me stop. I remember the storm sending shivers through the walls The raucous thunder crashing through the skies like a marching band And the rain
Take an excursion to a place unknown to your heart
The ceiling fan Harmlessly Blows around the darkness Unknowingly
Such a pain. To put it up Take it down To clean it. Such a pain. Bits falling on you when you brush against it Or throw something at it, When you hang something up. Such a pain.
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