There was but one light
There was but one storm
There was only one shudder
Only one faint shake
There was one deep awakening
A soul stirring gale
A blasphemous outrage
A succumbing to the flesh
There was a little diversion
There was this tremendous pull
A gale unbelievably potent
A test of sole might
A test of yielding in fright
But I won
I can suffer
Oh yes I can, I can suffer
The tumult of loneliness
I yield, I give, I bathe you in your needs
Today that is to be sure
But tomorrow my friend is another day
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