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ALL THE TEARS I WANT TO CRY FALLING FROM THE SKY
ALL MY PAIN WRAPPED UP IN THE WIND THAT BLOWS BY
I FEEL AS THOUGH I'VE BEEN STURCK BY LIGHTNING'
I SCREAM OUT WITH THUNDER....... I DARE NOT ASK THE LORD
WHY ME, FOR HE KNOWS ALL AND WHY' I HEAR HIM WHISPER IN MY EAR, IT'S OKAY MY CHILD FOR THIS STORM SHALL PASS YOU BY.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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