No Umbrella

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The rain poured down
And I put my umbrella on the ground
I danced down the streets
Hearing the sloshing of my feet

But I don't care if I catch a cold
I don't care if my face looks uncontrolled
Because I can feel the cool drops
I can hear my shoes slop

And that's so different
So widely magnificent
Compared to the deafening silence
The numbing compliance

That I'm so used to
That I'm no excuse to

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