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I live in a city of grey Weaved from broken dreams Nothing here stays Except— The rain I can trust the rain It has not stopped For as long as I remember As I look out the wet glass I recall a childhood myth When the rain clears, It will bring with it a most precious, Unearthly treasure Rain— "Rain—" Yet I wonder Why the legend still exists When the rain never stops And the Believers no longer remember Its name
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Rain
I live in a city of grey Weaved from broken dreams Nothing here stays Except— The rain I can trust the rain It has not stopped For as long as I remember As I look out the wet glass I recall a childhood myth When the rain clears, It will bring with it a most precious, Unearthly treasure Rain— "Rain—" Yet I wonder Why the legend still exists When the rain never stops And the Believers no longer remember Its name
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
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