"The Rain"
Every single tear that falls from my eyes, forms like dew drops on a forgotten spring day. The Rain is my friend, he pours down day and night, silhouettes of pain, in my hidden frame, pain is the next friend i know. It's said that things can't grow without the rain, it's a joke, for when will there be new growth, in my life admist the rain?
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