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Erated Poemier: It Rained

On this day,
My pain was on lay,
As the waters washed it,
The rain as it dews,
Gives a freshness,
Humanity savours it.

The moment of brilliance,
All the heat in fury,
For the vengeance of freshness,
To punish it,
The rain as it falls leaves all to hope.

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