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Eleanor Rigby Aug 2014
You were my umbrella and my parasol
Always sheltering me,
Always protecting me.

But now that you are gone
I cry tears like rain
And burn inside like a flame.

An umbrella and a parasol
Protecting me
From the moody
Weather
That is me.


F.Z.N
Amitav Radiance Aug 2014
Overcast weather
Rains have dampened the spirits
Rescued by shared parasol

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