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DO THE RAINS OF LIFE,
WASH AWAY OUR PAINS.
LIKE WINTER RAIN,
THAT MELT THE SNOWS,
THAT COVERED WOODS IN WHITE.
WILL THE PAINS DEEP WITHIN,
THAT REACH OUR VERY SOULS,
VANISH WITH THE MIST.
TO SEE..
TO BE..
ALIVE AGAIN,
TO LET US BE REBORN.
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FOG OF LIFE
FOG OF LIFE
