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Rain falls with gravitys pull,
mind stalls on memorys of you,
you
as a hole,
you,
my love,
a countless shower of rain drops,
slightly cold,
I stand in the middle of this old town,
head held up twords the heavens,
angles tears washing pain to the ground,
arms held out to the sides in a cross,
remembering you,
as a hole,
you,
my love,
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