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Early Wednesday saw a terrible morning Storm,
Blackness raged upon the polished brittle surface,
The sun dragged to rise, it rained hail and thorns
The white ball rolled close to the serpent's hole
Thursday saw the late egg hatch far from home,
The sun rises, it rises too late.
The tiny heart beats dark to the core,
The storm is trapped inside his peaceful form.
Blackness raged upon the polished brittle surface,
The sun dragged to rise, it rained hail and thorns
The white ball rolled close to the serpent's hole
Thursday saw the late egg hatch far from home,
The sun rises, it rises too late.
The tiny heart beats dark to the core,
The storm is trapped inside his peaceful form.
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