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The rains have stopped before a while
Urban streets look like Clear mirrors on dusty
It is raining in the street of your mind
The pain of rejection and all sorrow to be erased.
I gave it back to you
Love of you becomes ashamed
I am finding the fled mind of you
I still love you.
I won't ask you any questions
I will not give any promise or dream
Just barefoot in the rain as well,
Innumerable waters at your vague g