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It rains in the soul, feelings oppressing,
dark nights of sorrows without consolation.
It rains in the soul, warm feelings,
unfinished sentences, longings without flight.
It rains in the soul of the poet,
feelings that oppress him without remedy.
It rains in the soul, abysmal storms,
unleashing a whirlwind in her chest.
It rains on the soul compositions,
musical notes that silence love.
It rains on the soul, sea feelings,
goodbye almsman that increases the pain.
It rains in the soul, debating between
lights and shadows, in eternal swaying.
It rains in the soul, an infinite shower
of feelings that flood its being.