Where are you, when the thunder breaks the sky?

I chase your name through every howling mile.

Streetlights blur like memories I can’t deny,

Your ghost still rides the wind, wearing my smile.

I shout into the dark, the storm replies,

Rain carves your face across the windshield glass.

Every turn I take, your echo multiplies—

A thousand roads, still nowhere left to pass.

Procedamus in pace

In nomine Christi Amen

Cum angelis et pueris

Fideles inveniamur

Attollite portas principes vestras

Et elevamini portae aeternales

Et introibit rex gloriae

Quius est iste Rex glorie

Sade dit moi

Sade donne moi

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