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Passing friend

I’m passing where the rain ends, I wish I could have explained

that it’s all a dream. We should close our eyes and lose it all,

scattering away, falling tall;

it’s the only way to shield our pearl from the slow, everyday.

But, between our damp conversations, all we got was ‘hello’,

sleep now old friend, it was a wonderful song.    

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