Let the ruckus pass,
The flare die down,
The coolness rise,
The sea lap the shore.
A whirlwind rises,
All is astir,
Until
Calm returns.
In the calm,
Seek calm,
Let the storm
Be with the storm…
Gone,
Over the horizon,
Where the sun plays
On the waves.
Let the ruckus pass.
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