She left and the rain came down
This faceless dame, she's been around
The past passed by, not so much as hi
Tempering the storm inside
Funny how black fades to gray
Before it all just fades away
We say what we think in a moment of haste
Or do we
Not thinking for a moment, what haste
What we want of little interest
But what we need is always best
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I love this. Has me going back to my literature days. I feel like a scholar
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