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But when the rain falls
The dryness of the land
reminds me of my lost dreams
the ones that could
not find their ways
in droughtful seasons
the whistling of dry leafless
trees blown by a sharp wind
is a song of sadness to me
a song which tells a story
that my tongue will not pronounce
for my tears will refuse
to remain calm in the eyes
But when the rain falls
i feel deep down inside
a wave of fresh inspirations
sweeping through
and a new song of hapiness
telling a story
of a great, joy filled future
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