the birds first left
then flew back again
and sang to me,
ancticpate the rain
songs that the sun would follow
thus then the sun did came.
and revealed to me a stream
left behind by all the rain
the direction it ran was evident
inevitably inflicting pain
now that all is said and done...
i've learn to expect the rain.
it's not a question, it's a lifestyle.
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