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A little rain then
Sun, save us a seat for two.
In time, I know that
Our flowerbeds may wither,
But I will still dance with you.
A little rain then
Sun, the wilted flower speaks
Its song of the truth.
Graveyards turn to flowerbeds,
Watch the petals dance with me.

— The End —