Rain
If skies were made of destiny,
And rain formed out of hate,
Tears would be built from loathing,
And sickness from fate,
If skies were made of trouble,
And rain formed out of sorrow,
There would be no today,
And never a tomorrow,
If skies were made from ashes,
And rain formed out of fire,
There would be no need for graves,
We’d be burning on a
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