It Rains On The Street
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It rains on the street,
Like a god weeping slow
Tears on the hapless
People below.
Why is he weeping?
Strange no one knows;
Strange life goes on
In reverse, to and fro.
The tears falling silent
On the grey stone,
Tears that nobody,
But no one, will own.
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