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On that rainy day, in a weird way, i met you in the bus stop. We just gazed, had nothing to say, our love felt like a growing crop. Next day we met again, we met cuz we r destined.. That day had no rain, we both noticed, we are blind. Blind in eachothers love, but that day you felt so shy. Now i see my moon far above, and that really makes me cry... That day was raining too, when you moved away. This blind heart was crying for you, cuz the life in it just flew away. Now this heart needs no oxygen, not in need of rain. It's just murmering now and then, oh! Please come again....

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