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Charity

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Through rain on a windsheild
I see the world ahead
Covered in a veil of tears

But although the clouds
Bring doom and gloom
The Water from the Angels
Help grow the Serpent's house
From the cirrus of my heart
The grass climbs
And the insects flourish
Amongst the gloom and doom.





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