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| Gray skies cry silvery tears, Water of life and death. Beauty from another world, That makes you catch your breath. Rain that falls from skies above, Keeps our world alive. Clouds that shed these silvery tears, Helps us to survive. Sometimes floods come from the rain, A deadly flow indeed. But always know that no matter what, The tide will eventually recede. |
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