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Listen to the rain The soft patter Of falling drops And liquid Slowly trailing down the glass pane And mark my words When I tell you That your reflection In the dark glass And the pearly drops Is as beautiful As the night sky That is casting its pale light Onto your face And reflecting in the salty tears That is falling from your eyes As you think about a time long forgotten A time Before the rain | ||||||||||||||
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