The Tranquil Few

 
Darling, would you hold my hands? 
And kiss my weary eyes? 
So when the others in the stands 
Look up to thundering skies,
I'll be asleep in calming arms 
My senses full of you 
And when the frantic sound alarms
I'll be among the tranquil few 
 

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