Shelter From the Storm
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'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
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When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
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I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
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"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."