The October Storm
Lina Nyberg
It started like a whirl in the autumn wind
a playful whimsy little fling
And after building up for weeks on end
the forecast warning is a fact my friend
The storm grows stronger every hour
I'm wasted by the reckless power
A forester at heart am I
I lock my doors and close my eyes
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There's a swallow on my shoulder
I could easily Love her - Ask her - Chase her - away
I could do without the endeavour
Contemplating forever
I just - Stay cool - Sit down - Will do - Stay cool