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I can feel a storm is coming
All the dirty waste crawl on the ground
The dust spins around lies
Angry clouds come down from the sky
The wind below against my window
Rats! Are swarming running hiding like refugees in a small hole
Climate of solitude
Climate of an aching heart

I’ve got the feeling, the yearning, feeling
I wanna dance, weightless under rain
The hot, the sweet rain
I wanna dance, weightless under rain
The summer rain and draw your transparent shape

Just feel free…..
Barefoot in the mud

I know this strange and slow
sensation of a chaotic and enigmatic Sunday morning
Alone, on the mountain top