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I am the night that robs you of light |
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The night wind that chills to the bone |
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I am the cold stillness, the stars and the harshness |
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The darkness you wander alone |
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I am the sun that parches the desert |
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I am that desert where you meander forever |
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I am the heat that scorches your feet |
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As you collapse miles from the water |
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I am the vulture that feeds and feasts |
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On the flesh of your bloated cadaver |
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I am the rain that subdues the heat |
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Albeit for you I arrive somewhat late |
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But in time to wash the dust from your bones |
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And moisten the place you repose all alone |
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I am the breeze that scatters the leaves |
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The storm that turns towns upside down |
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I am the wind, the rain and the thunder |
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The furious torrent that rips all asunder |
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And tears what is dead, and that which is living |
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Without regard for what I'm taking or leaving |
