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The stages of rain are neverending But it seems that this rain is heavy Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears Maybe he see the bad we've done What he has caused us to do And wants to wash it away  
Life is like a nagging wife It tells when you are to age To become a lifeless salve One day that you must lie When all you want to do is cry When nothing is the same Take action
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