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Nov 2015
Rain was for sadness
Not anymore
To a girl who dreams
Of silence in the storm

The vines of steel
Beneath the jungle of towers
Turned to a 5
Until it reached to a zero

Cold was inevitable
But to the girl
It was more than summer
A summer without voice

Now, the sun has come out
Little dinosaurs roared
Caves were emptied
As they welcomed the king

The music was switched
The melody was gone
For it was the girl
Who talked to no one
sunset by the window
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