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drought
a sort of anger fills the midday air
the sun beats down even the eager soul
fools go out where eagles wouldnt' dare
a sort of anger fills the midday air
the light outside is falsely smiling fair
but only an idiot would go outside and stroll
a sort of anger fills the midday air
the sun beats down even the eager soul