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Aug 2011
A different face wants me to know
Hollered from the showy snow
Sang the rain, with in her tears
Cried her eyes that showed her fears
Broken down and beaten blue
There's the treetops green for you
Sang the rain, we're much too near
Coming back it's crystal clear
The waters knee deep in his bed
We are drowning, in these sea of red.
Written by
Micaela
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