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I keep expecting a thunderstorm,
But the dark, forboding clouds seem to eternally lurk on the horizon.
In a sense I want the storm to sweep over me
If for nothing else to end the indecision.
But the dark, forboding clouds seem to eternally lurk on the horizon.
In a sense I want the storm to sweep over me
If for nothing else to end the indecision.