The Sweet September Rain
Chased Away The Sun
Darkened Up My Skies
As Sorrow Sweetly Hung
Echoes Of Thunder
Embarked Upon My Ears
Screams From The Storm
Tormentingly I Hear
September Suffers
a Curse Of Much Disaster
Its The Perfect Month
Heartache's Surely After
The Sun Will Never Be As Bright
Smiles Will Never Stay
When We Remember
What Katrina's Took Away
Innocent Lives
Berried Under Rain
The Most Violent And Horrible
Vicious Hurricane
Sweet September
The Month Of Much Demise
The Month We Find Reason
To Over-Flow With Cries
Sweet September
The Heart Of All Our Cries
Simplicity Suffers
As Heartache Over-Rides
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