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The rain falls

Let it poor

As you snore

The sound tickles my ears

Cleansing our souls

Dowsing the fires that burn

Like the hurt and the yearn

Coursing through our veins 

To melt back to this earth

From which it came

Rest those weary thoughts 

Of those that might deserve

But are lacking the wish

Or perhaps the nerve

To be our one

Wander the reflections 

To those others

Their wanting wrapped

Around every curve

Inhaling, exhaling your sent

To the rhythm

Of each breath 

Mixed with the tap, tap, tap 

Of rain

Washing it all away

For each tear that stains

Your cheeks

Shall not to be shed

in vain