Bats in the twilight,
Butterflies of the night,
Dance in the bleeding sky,
Watching the sun die,
A gentle breeze dancing,
So silently hailing
The approach of thunder,
To strike all asunder,
Soaring before the tempest,
Smashing the night's rest,
Hammering the sky,
As lightning bolts fly,
Yet storms are healing,
Bringing one a feeling
Of peace, after rain,
Tomorrow, bats fly again.
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