Rain to Mend Your Heart

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Rain streaks down the window like tears run down her face

They always did say, “Misery loves company”

A hurting heart compares itself to the broken clouds

And the gray sky mends the heart just a little faster

For she knows all things beautiful need rest sometime

And like there are beginnings, there are always ends

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