THEY NEVER TOLD THIS STORY
When you fall on the Table Mountain
You gather your thoughts
Amazing it was
When the rain washes the sorrows
You pick yourself up
Incredible it is
It left a mark,
The pouring of the rain
Showed what was meant to happen
I could have known
The rising of the sun
Showed what had happened
I knew
The anticipated tattoo,
When you fall on the Table Mountain
You count your blessings
Mesmerizing it was
When the rain washes the tears
You reconstruct yourself
Hilarious it is
It left a mark
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