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Rain Song

Tap Tap Tap.
tiny fingers
drumming on my window.
Grass grows
Flowers bloom
Angels wash their arms in the sea.
Nearby, a crow
Sings its awful song.
For after all, a bit of life
Brings neither joy nor pain
So come and stay with me, my dear,
Stay with me in the rain.





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