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Thunder and strife,
during midnight sorrow,
out comes a soft spoken plea,
"bring my love back alive"

Death brought to life,
only to die again tomorrow,
bringing back the misery
oh how will I survive?

Thunder and strife,
during morning sorrow,
out comes a soft spoke plea,
"take me instead of you"

Death brought to life,
only for me to die tomorrow,
but you can't do without me,
and knew not what to do.

Thunder and strife,
during afternoon sorrow,
out comes a soft spoke plea,
"make everything alright."

Death brought none to life,
only now you die again tomorrow,
but now we are free,
to be together through the night.