The rain has come.
Peace at last.
The smell is almost gone, the dead are being blown over by large gusts of wind.
I can sleep, at last.
My music can be a low murmur once more.
The rain, it cleanses... it makes things better.
The rain, it makes their heads squish like a jack-o-lantern come November.
Rain, hello rain.
I've missed you.
Peace at last.
The smell is almost gone, the dead are being blown over by large gusts of wind.
I can sleep, at last.
My music can be a low murmur once more.
The rain, it cleanses... it makes things better.
The rain, it makes their heads squish like a jack-o-lantern come November.
Rain, hello rain.
I've missed you.
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