Storm is inevitable. Storm is approaching. Thunder, lightening, howling wind and pouring rain. Our tears and crying will be covered by the storm. No one can see us. No one can hear us. Total destruction.
Boys and girls, stand strong. The fortress has to be defended. We'll light a candle, make a fire. We'll huddle together. We'll be strong. We'll support each other. We'll love and love and love...
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