In the dull high stormy sky Thunderbird is wildly circling. Darkest heavens with no light Confuse your mind, lose its meaning. Black clouds behave like a devil Smiling to you with all the evil. Don't take care they only the nothing And will not do me thunder or something. I suggest him be my good friend. Thunderbird! Maybe for this you was sent. Thunderstorm is cruel of course. But you and me is a force if we both. | 
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