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Far off in the distance, the storm’s closing in
The pressure collapsing, bright skies become dim
This scent all around me, give memories new life
Knots that I’ve loosened still tangled inside
Ominous clouds, no sun in the sky
Is this a metaphor, for my tragic demise?
The colors are grey, on my canvas of life
the picture’s complete but the paint just won’t dry
The smell of rain,
Far off in the distance, the storm’s closing in
The pressure collapsing, bright skies become dim
