Some people talk and talk
And never say a thing.
Some people laugh and laugh
And yet you want to cry.
Some days, it rains. I love the rain. Most people do, they say they do, they whisper it so. I love the sun. Some days it rains and rains and you walk in the rain to the bus stop and you laugh with rivulets of water going down your face. Shining
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