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November Rain


Puddle in the morning

Shadow in the afternoon

Memories in the night

I feel soaked

When I just hold a coke

I know it is already broke

I feel gloomy

At the first I am bloomy

Now it is all scummy

I think it in my brain

I remembered it on the train

All I know this is November rain    

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