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she staggers on in the rain

dripping words

Little bits of poetry

amid the wetness of the streets

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Words !

Mingling with the rain !

Red with the pain of the 1000 years

Of tyranny

And our lovelessness

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On and on thru the streets and the years

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Wherever and whenever she looks around

There I am and she sees me

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Every child is glad

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Perhaps someday we

Will know ourselves correctly and hence

A world

Will grow from the ashes

And become real