A Perfect Quiet

Blue eyes and golden hair.

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Swirling in the madness, a perfect quiet,
And she is dancing there,
Blue eyes and golden hair.

Annies playing in the fields and I wish she was here,
A storm is blowing in, 
I see it in the darkened sky, feel it in the troubled air.

We hide in the cellar, damp and cold,
Like a monster’s lair,
Annie is shivering and scared.

The storm screams outside, it is a bad one,
I wonder how the house will fare.
“Close your eyes Annie, it’s better there.”

I shut mine too.

And she is dancing,
Blue eyes and golden hair,
It was better there.

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