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THE GROUND IS PARCHED,
THE CLOUDS ARE DARK,
SLOWLY IT BEGAN.
FROM GENTLE RAIN,
TO POURING DOWN,
EVERYTHING TURNS GREEN.
THE EMPTY RIVER BEDS,
ONCE DRY AND HARD,
FLOW AGAIN,
SO LIFE BEGINS ANEW.
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RAIN ANEW
RAIN ANEW
