If Each Raindropp Turns Into Pennies
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I send a message to the weeping sky,
When you pour your tear drops
Just request from the Rain-Goddess
And make them copper to the burning souls.
In gratitude, I promise to send you a miniature perfume bottle
That smells human fragrance and it's ideal for the festive seasons.
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