Pouring the rain upon my hairs, pouring the rain in a lonely place.Solitary soul feels the scourge of the bottom, in a world of advancing technics. Pouring the rain in a folly mood, pouring the rain. I feel good inside. Pouring the rain until I get home and stay in peace for a while.
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