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#poetry
Send down the rain
To wash away my pain
And make the stain go plain.
Tell me about the sun
I'll run from the pun
And go with the gun.
Flow through the night
I'll show you what's right
Tell me about delight.
Wake me up at noon
When will I leave my room?
To see the face of doom.
Send down the rain
To wash away my pain
And make the stain go plain.
Tell me about the sun
I'll run from the pun
And go with the gun.
Flow through the night
I'll show you what's right
Tell me about delight.
Wake me up at noon
When will I leave my room?
To see the face of doom.
