Let the rain be
It is not without time
It is not without reason
No, it is not to fill your heart with joy
It is not for you to jump right into it and smile
It is not for you to grab a cup of tea and sing a song
Neither is it for you to take that hand and hold it with all your love
This one's mine
This one's for me to repent
This one's for me to wash a lot of guilty time
This one's to replenish my eyes that are so wooden
This one's my shelter that I stand under to throw at you a miserable riddle
Let the rain be
This one's mine
...to scream at God and cry while he shall still see me laughing
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All things cry like Biprorshee
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