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The rain falls hard, it hides my face,
Memories ache I can’t erase.
The night feels heavy, cold, and near,
But what I miss won’t reappear.
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The rain falls hard, it hides my face,
Memories ache I can’t erase.
The night feels heavy, cold, and near,
But what I miss won’t reappear.
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