Hear me slip these words,
into the folds of your mind.
For you in years hence,
like money in trousers, to find.
Calm a panicked heart,
while the winds howl around.
With these words now forgotten,
in tempest, strength bound.
into the folds of your mind.
For you in years hence,
like money in trousers, to find.
Calm a panicked heart,
while the winds howl around.
With these words now forgotten,
in tempest, strength bound.
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