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What is sweeter, than the sound of rain

Rolling thunder that reaches out to comfort you, while you writhe and scream this is not the end

The war of being what you are, and the earth responds

I hear you, calling me through the trees by name

I see you, sitting in the darkness twirling through your fingers that last spade
We were lovers once, partners and the earth was listening

Moment by moment, our light seemed to dim

Somewhere we lost faith in the stars above us

A tidal wave crashed over, and one of us forgot how to swim

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