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"
The rain teems to cool the summer heat down,
But it pours on for days, for days to flood the house;
Wet clothes and soggy shoes everywhere,
And nobody knows the sun's whereabouts.
Can it stop already? I need to dry my tears,
I need my heart to be kissed by the flaring light,
I've cooled off enough, allow me to the warmth now,
And maybe wait to fall until the next invite.
"
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