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Rain.

Rain is all our sorrows

They are coming down as tears

Lost hopes and dreams

Broken souls

That is what rain is.

But then after there is always a rainbow

Rainbows help you forget your sorrows.

Once all is forgotten, the rain stops

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 03, 2016 ⏰

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