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Strange days
The air weighs heavy tonight
Could nature be o’erwhelm?
Even the moon cries foul
My spirit longs for ease
Charging my soul to gather peace
This is the time to sit on still
The eyes must not watch all
Or pay heed to deeds that mean sorrow
I will breathe in quiet
Welcome calm with open arms
Vera
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