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He's sleeping in the next room it rained today That kind that waters wildflowers and makes trodden paths all sticky I thought I wouldn't know him Months ago, one perfect night we listened to the rain outside the window of my hotel room I set out the next morning mud stuck to my shoes And the path led back to him
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Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC
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He's sleeping in the next room it rained today That kind that waters wildflowers and makes trodden paths all sticky I thought I wouldn't know him Months ago, one perfect night we listened to the rain outside the window of my hotel room I set out the next morning mud stuck to my shoes And the path led back to him
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Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC
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