And just as quickly as the gloom began to lift,
As quickly as the air began to clear,
And I could again see you...
Beautiful, sweet, tender...
Just as quickly as that cloud began to lift,
You were stolen from me in a tornado of fire and fury.
An earthquake of cracked senses,
Of focus, lost.
Just as quickly as you come back,
You always leave.
And I pray to whomever might be listening,
I pray that maybe this time,
You won't be gone too long.
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