When I was little,
The rain fell in shades
Of tremulous golds and
Furtive greens.
But now, as the years
Pass, the rain only
Comes in its moldering
Greys and muted blues.
The rain fell in shades
Of tremulous golds and
Furtive greens.
But now, as the years
Pass, the rain only
Comes in its moldering
Greys and muted blues.
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