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I smiled at the naughty sun, It winks at me as I start to run; Meadow smells like a fertile hope in May, Yet chances strike less on calm waters by the bay.
Felt the tide brushing softly on the shore, Excitement reached its nasty core; Invites me to its unwelcoming abyss, Swayed me farther from the bliss.
Massive clouds colored the skies grey, Lightnings fired up enjoying the show; Thunders laughed being gay, As rain poured on me with moody winds blow.
Nothing's working fine with me. Nothing's working fine with me.
