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Jul 16. 2026
I am a roar without a mouth, A strike that leaves no mark. I follow a flash from north to south, And rumble through the dark. I shake the ground but have no hands, I speak, though I have no tongue.
Jul 16. 2026
I am a roar without a mouth, A strike that leaves no mark. I follow a flash from north to south, And rumble through the dark. I shake the ground but have no hands, I speak, though I have no tongue.