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Rain pitter patter on the pane Torn and tattered are my clothes Nothing mattered When you’d fold Splitter splatter Are my tears Warm and shattered Far below Blue and battered All for you
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC
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Rain pitter patter on the pane Torn and tattered are my clothes Nothing mattered When you’d fold Splitter splatter Are my tears Warm and shattered Far below Blue and battered All for you
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC
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