| It all began with a roll of thunder
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| A soleless sunder
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| It’s no wonder time stood still
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| The air was quiet, a breathless riot
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| Of nothing stirring and the chariot of time
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| No modern rings, no rustle
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| No scurrying, no flutter
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| No chirp, nor ruff
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| No bark, nor roar, no crow
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| No low, no deafening roar
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| No sound to tell the tale
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| (Wait)
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| It hung in space, a weightless glow
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| The dust of mist and rain and cloud
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| Trees and hail and snow and dirt
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| Fog and ruck and flesh and sand
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| Bone but useless in it’s form
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| No reason for it’s roar
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| No closet for it’s soul
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| It hung undone, unwound, unsung
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| Open ended out
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| Unnecessary, wasted
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| (Wait)
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| When it arrived no tumpets blared
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| No horns declared the presence of
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| What all it feared would drive the world apart
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| No bowing trees, no rolling hills
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| No mountain clips
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| No movement of all things to stay alive
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| Dawn never came
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| No warming breath, no morning air
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| No gentle rays of red and orange to greet the coming day
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| (Wait)
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| Nothing to prove, your soul’s on fire
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| No choice of voice, a midnight choir
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| Of all the blue when lights new wire
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| The past is cast when stars align
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| Drop out without a single clue
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| Beware, prepare, this rendezvous
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| Nothing to do but wait
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| (Wait, wait, wait) |