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I sit against the brick wall,

Rain falling like buckets from heaven

I look at the people passing by

All of them bored, down, never filled with hope.

None of them have their umbrellas

It's like the rain owns them.

Like they've been hit by thunder,

And are just playing alive.

My mom always told me I was different,

A sweet little angel filled with sunshine

If only the town was like that description

There are never any smiles, never any light.

It's raining, pouring every day

Oh, where are you sun?

I look around again, searching,

But all I see of it is bits and crumbs.

Oh, where are you sun?

It talks to me for help.

Oh, where are you sun?

I scream, I shout, and I yell.

Looking for the sun, I fly;

Everyone stares, but now the

rain says goodbye.

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