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The silver raindrops fall upon your blushing cheeks.
You embrace the falling water with open arms
And let it wash away everything you hold in your soul.
The clouds break
And the warm sun begins to melt your heart.
Your golden hair glistens in its light
And your eyes sparkle as you gaze up into the blue sky.
These eyes are the window to a new soul.
You dance across the green grass.
You are a new being.
You are clean.




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