the time the mares or dreams give the state of mind in struggles of the particular dilemma from that day ...
And whether I am in control of my life or not
The dreams of only those in a situation of living in a hoard will know of
The whistling near of those tornadoes when you translate that into speak common
Those others not so easy to do so in common
And certainly those that leave me in sweat of shaking scared beyond speak
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