Then Through The Pain The Rain Drops Pass.
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Then through the pain the rain drops
Pass.
Strange, but let this happen.
O! better that these things happen.
Better for life to rise, then
It is energy that proportionately rises.
That is my night, for this be winter.
So it is my season too.
Just towards the end was I not born
In Winter?
The Fishes were in their reign, the pond
Of human genes was mixing, but
Not enough.
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