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Jul 2018
On the days of rain that come before
The nights of pain that come through the door
I walk through streets of an ocean Earth
See the clouds up above with the water they birth
And all through the day does the water come down
Flooding my head and my mind-village town
Feeling down and out
With so much water to spout
For the world is wet and the sky isn’t blue
But the one thing the rain can’t wash out is you.
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