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Rain on the window
Wetting thy willow
Tears on my pillow
Letting the pain flow

Thee cry of the cloud
Thou falls in my eyes
A sob that was loud
Creating tears like ice

For no ocean could hold
Any tear that I fold
From tragedy that I told
In remorse that was bold.

Tears and Rain

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