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the rains are fallen steadily,
all morning, noon, now night.
the rains change from barely,
to the tempest pours,
is it just the weather,
or is it something more.
could it be the angels,
crying for our sins.
if this so,then let the rains,
not be in vain,
and wash away all sorrow.
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Angels tears
Angels tears
