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Words Are Falling Like Rain
Words are falling, like rain, like rain.
Words living and dying and born again
Falling like rain.
And they are falling on windows, drumming on rooftops
Words that are gentle, words that are ruthless
Falling like rain.
Words in trickles and rivulets, in streams and torrents
Words splashing onto legs, words drenching heads
Falling like rain.
Out of thin air, pure, clear, sent distant,...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 3:48 pm
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