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Saturday, May 3, 2014
A CRY by mutie oscar ghitto
I cry to thee O rain!
I cry to thee heavens
I cry to thee floating clouds
Why dost thou lay claim,
To the keys of the tanks
And set free the pregnant drops
That shall fall on mine eyes
And wash my tears?
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