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Rain come,
Cleanse the street,
Wash away,
Opressive heat,
Cool me down,
Water my heart,
The wisdom of,
The world impart,
Fill my cup,
To overflow,
So I can drink,
And I can know,
That cycles rule,
This thing called life,
The ups and downs,
The lows and highs,
The revolutions,
Every day,
As bluest skies,
Turn into gray,
And in the hours,
When heart-felt pain,
Is washed away,
By morning rain.