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The Rain
The Rain
It pours milk to the burning stomach
At the last second of hope
Man may deceive and deny
It never fails to help
Neighbors may deny to quench our thirst
It never denies to satisfy our needs
We the ungrateful men
Digging a grave to her
Yes killing her green kids
For sand we may dig her womb
She is still mercy with us and feeds us
Her children are weeping to their disability
Merciless men deny to hear their cries
Mercy from heaven drizzles as rain
To keep this land and her mind with wet
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