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*Nature was so mature to bring the rain
She was still muddy after that pain
He took that sad song
And knew how to love her too long
The rain was falling on the very dry land
And he was holding her on a hard stand
The heavy rain,
Very rain was falling and
Flowing through the vein and vale
And the mud was gathering on the feet of the dale
The wet heavy mud,
Soft elastic after the long flood
He had a pair of keen eyes to see the pore spaces,
And had seen her in so many pale faces
When the new fresh dawn came
God sacked her from all the blame
He collected all the mud from the dale
And made her mural on the vale
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
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*Nature was so mature to bring the rain
She was still muddy after that pain
He took that sad song
And knew how to love her too long
The rain was falling on the very dry land
And he was holding her on a hard stand
The heavy rain,
Very rain was falling and
Flowing through the vein and vale
And the mud was gathering on the feet of the dale
The wet heavy mud,
Soft elastic after the long flood
He had a pair of keen eyes to see the pore spaces,
And had seen her in so many pale faces
When the new fresh dawn came
God sacked her from all the blame
He collected all the mud from the dale
And made her mural on the vale
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
He took the sad song and tried to make the song better, after a long rain he got mud on the feet of the dale and finally made her mural after her death.
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