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Gimme rain,I approve it.
Summer is,
mid slumber-
warm and waiting.
Spring spins a
web of moist
strings.
[lies]
Everything is
much to dry;
it only appears
that rain has
fallen.
[Lies]
Send Summer's rains,
let this land be razed;
pummel and batter
this place.
:::::::::::::
Twisters ...
... Hurricanes
:::::::::::::::::
Days of rain,to cleanse
and renew;
starting from scratch,
if that's what one
must do.
mid slumber-
warm and waiting.
Spring spins a
web of moist
strings.
[lies]
Everything is
much to dry;
it only appears
that rain has
fallen.
[Lies]
Send Summer's rains,
let this land be razed;
pummel and batter
this place.
:::::::::::::
Twisters ...
... Hurricanes
:::::::::::::::::
Days of rain,to cleanse
and renew;
starting from scratch,
if that's what one
must do.
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