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Rain
September rains,
In the evening,
The clouds grey,
And grumbling,
The smell of earth,
And petrichor,
With memories
Of things before.
In the evening,
The clouds grey,
And grumbling,
The smell of earth,
And petrichor,
With memories
Of things before.
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