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The heavens cry in a race with time Each second passed, a moment sublime...

The heavens cry in a race with time               

Each second passed, a moment sublime      

The young grow old and the old grow tired 

Raindrops fall to claim an empire                  

The land naïve, innocent and fresh               

As raindrops lightly pound my chest           

Yet still I can see the thing that counts        

My heart loves, with every ounce                

 

And even though the harsh rains remain          

I catch a glimpse of tarnished stains            

A love that tortures, it is surreal                  

This is my rain, how its drops feel                

So whisk me still, and whisk me away         

Let raindrops fall, another day.                    

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