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it's about to rain
I smell the pain
feel the hurt
fight back the tears
the sun is gone
been that way for years
the sad pretend to be glad
the mad pretend to be sane
It's about to rain
the clouds are black
nothing can push the wind back
let it fall and never let up
after all we've been through
nothing can upset us
even if we get wet up
it's past due for fed up
when will the pressure let up
lightening struck the shepherd
he left us in the hands of
prejudice
aims and never miss
escapes all evidence
like invisibleness
　
