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Thunder Through Me

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The sound of the thunder, the echoing boom. It’s a brilliant shower of golden doom. Lightning, cracking, ‘cross the night’s sky. Yet I can’t find a way to reach up that high. They’re fascinating, thunderstorms. And I love to hear that drumming roar. Hear the rain beating down, and I feel like my heart will soon shut down. The sound of the thunder, the echoing boom. It’s a brilliant shower of golden doom.




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