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Cleft of Rock I feel the coldness of a snow like I have never known the biting bitter chill of winds and tiny fragments blown storms of ice and rage that sting and slap upon my face no mercy found while in their grip no saving rope of grace my only hope to run and hide in places safe and places dry there sheltered from the raging storm with fire stoked and heart re-warmed then closing eyes in blinding light I find new peace through dark of night |
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