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the day is
rain
it’s
over my head this how
am
lost to bleak conjure
must
shelter under leaf
tuck
in
heaven’s
down among us
it’s
all night come to this
it’s
up all around
the
scales of grey
all
wet dog of
find
a fire
soak
in
it’s
every roof so touched
sad
the tale still telling out
bare
whiff of sunshine yet
and
so the world grows on
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