Sense of melancholy and nostalgia fills me.
I wonder, what is it that I should do.
Thunder o' thunder, where are you?
I wish you were here, so I won't hear myself thinking.
I don't know what I'm thinking exactly, though.
This sickness is a disease to my mind.
Like a child yearning for solace,
I wonder what is it you're yearning for.
Eluding you.
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