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In rain
I'm sorry for being late, babe
I tried folded words, astray
outlines of thoughts entwined
beyond grains of storm but
nothing came of it at all
The only thing is nothing else
as long as you hold my hand
I don't care about this world
foul freaks with guns and bombs
just close your eyes and let them fall
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