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Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail