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Enlil’s wake

Fleeing black clouds
Thunderstorms and tempest
Unsheltered
Battering down
But then reaching you

Some place to warm up
Drenched and tired
Some place to breathe
Restless and wild
Some place to weather

All the black clouds
Thunderstorms and tempest
I bring with me
I conceal within me

Before he pours it all down again

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