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Shelter

The warmth, oh it's helping,

Comes on like I'm melting,

Endorphins surge to the brain,

In times of sorrow,

I long for tomorrow,

But the days seem all the same,

So I run to the shelter,

To weather this swelter,

To suppress the feeling of pain,

Oh I know it can't last,

And the times they must pass,

But still I hold on with vain.