The rain comes down"
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Like the tears streaming down her face.
As she falls to her knees,
The tears keep coming,
The rains not stopping,
And she thinks nothings getting better.
She steps outside
The rain is cold.
She looks towards the heavens,
Hoping God would give her some kind of answer.
Her tears roll down her cheeks
She tries hard not to think about it.
But the more she does,
The harder she cries.
Finally the rain stops, and so does her tears
She's done crying over you
She still gets sad when she thinks of you,
But now, when the rain comes.
The tears don't fall.
Emily Kane--3/27/07
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