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The ruthless rain hammers down,
The valiant waves crash to the shore,
If on a boat you’re doomed to drown,
Or get lost out at sea, I’m sure.
The peril and danger haunts me now,
As sand spews in my face,
The crack of lightning behind a cloud,
Urges me to run; I’m being chased!
The bushy trees splinter and fly,
Through the unsettled breeze,
The fingers of the wind, cold as ice,
Seem to grab hold of me.
They pull me in, the waves toss me around,
My heart quakes like thunder,
I gasp for air, but am pushed to the ground,
By the waves that pull me under.
I glance at the trees that wave solemnly,
As I swim to the top; I’m high,
But pulled down under, water fills my lungs,
As closing my eyes, I die.
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