The rain is liquid passion
All falling without question
Dripping only to its destiny it oozes in cracks
And smears its way through stones
Following the path created for or by it
It doesn’t ask
It doesn’t know
It only flows
The rain is liquid passion
All falling without question
Dripping only to its destiny it oozes in cracks
And smears its way through stones
Following the path created for or by it
It doesn’t ask
It doesn’t know
It only flows
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