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Rain
The rain falls down from above,
Falling on whomever is unlucky.
Dampening the fire of happiness,
The tears of angels falling to Earth.
The rain I find is not
Of angelic form, nor is
It the rain of clouds.
This rain is the tears of lovers.
Lovers who were shunned
And humiliated until wit's end.
This rain is my rain.
My my rain is for Alexandra.
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