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Villanelle

When the rain falls The sun will rise But the trees won’t grow at all Brother calls Sister cries When the rain falls We grow tall We inch closer to our demise But the trees won’t grow at all Our emotions brawl Our heart sighs When the rain falls We can stall All of our strength can arise But the trees won’t grow at all Our backs against the wall There is no prize When the rain falls But the trees won’t grow at all
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Jul 8, 2011
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