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The period after the storm.
The storm has passed, the wind's gone quiet.
Recognize your crowd's once a riot.
Kings and beggars, same cold ground.
Glory fade, sorrow unbound.
I watch it all with empty eyes.
No care who laughs or cries.
The rain is dry, the skies turn pale.
Heroes fall, tales grow still.
Lovers part, empires crumble, dreams dissolve like smoke and rubble.
I watch it all with empty eye.
No care who laughs or cry.
Eyes on the period after the stars last how.
No break, no break, no way to hold.
Releasing the call it all unfold.
I'm the period after the storm's last howl.
I'm bothered by the world's allowed to grow.
No grief, no regret, no way to hold or release in the calm little Our face to silent still.
What once matter now just a drill.
I mark the end of all the first, free from the earth's relentless cry.
I'm the period after the storm's last howl.
I'm bothered by the world.
No grief, no grief, no way to hold.
Release in the call, it all unfold.
I'm the period after the storm's last howl.
No grief, no brain, no way to hold or release in the common old form.