The thunder shouts, while the moon whispers.
It's hard to understand what they are saying sometimes.
Everytime I talk to you I feel a little empty inside.
Like a part of me is missing that you took away from me.
I don't linger on you.
Only when we speak.
Are you really as happy as you say you are?
...and i'd like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds,
to make, to make my escape from this planet...

I'm going to get over it, it is simply a question of when, I hope you're ready for that.
The lighting dazzels, and the rain cries
The grass grows, while the sun shines.
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