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The island

A land of green trees
Beautiful birds
Animals ran and played
All for only us two
Yet I still called the rain
At first she didn't mind
Then she started to beg it to stop
Yet I still called the rain
She found other places to go asked me to come with
Yet I still called the rain
Shes gone now
Now I on a dry bed of broken trees
No longer do the birds sing
No more animals to play
The monsoon washed it at all away
No more rain to call just dust and ash from the sky
Only im to blame
Written by Hurt
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