Thunderstorm

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Roll of thunder
Hear my cry
I will love you
'Till I die

Flash of lightning
We were meant to be
If only I
Could have made you see

Drop of rain
The tears fall down
As I stare at your grave
Beneath the ground

Dark gray clouds
You were not thinking
And now you're dead
Because of underage drinking.





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