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A rumble in the sky, in the darkest of night

Rain pours down, with no end in sight

Their bodies cry out, such a jubilant sound

Souls have been lifted from under the ground

Up to the sky, on the wisp of a cloud

They cling to each other, faces unshroud

Though joyful, these spirits, as they climb ever high

They tearfully watch, as the clouds start to cry


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