Dead Rain
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Bill Cantrell
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Dead rain falls upon my page,
From melancholy springs
Black rain drips from tired eyes,
As life goes down the drain
Drops of pain fall silent,
Unperceived by sheltered hearts
The last rain, let it give relief,
That peace may breach this dark
Staring at reflections,
In a pond of forgotten sins
Melancholy splashes violently,
Revealing déjà vu again
Cleansing waters from your throne,
Has helped me many times before
Let it wash away the gloom,
And lift me up once more
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