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She often wonders about the life of the rain
She wonders if it's someone's pain
She let's it fall freely onto her face
As she walks, wet in black satin lace
Each drop soaks into her skin
As hurt fills each glass with gin
It becomes a part of her
As what is her becomes a blur
She sits in her shower alone and cries
As that raindrop becomes a tear, she slowly dies