Inspiration

The orange sun sets in the sky
The hope and glory in me lie
The clouds are full, the air is warm,
There is no sign of a coming storm.

The birds sing, the breeze blows,
The trees weep, the sky’s a glow
The clouds are red, the air is warm
There is no sign of a coming storm.

A coming storm.
Coming storm.
Storm.

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