The sound I hate to hear
Is the sound that I fear
Like thunder in the rain
The sound that brings pain
It came out of nowhere
Started somewhere
Between the outside and the inside
Of a body made of flesh, blood and bone
Hearts made of black stone
Could I have done something?
I ask myself as I am crying.

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