The lazy mist produces an easy vision of stormy skies.
Beneath the frantic winds of madness you whisper a symphony.
Complacent eras give birth to manifestations of troublesome times.
Above the chaotic turmoil of desperation you speak softly of hope.
I falter because of the comfort of my own pride.
In the midst of my sorrow you excrutiatingly comfort me.
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