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On a monday When the rain decides to sing my name and the sun rides away  I'll be waiting for you again Craving a simple glance Thirsting for the slightest Hello or Goodbye I stand waiting
Ah the rains oh the rains ho little did it rain fulfilling pains filling plains bringing joy plenty of joy  making sands get its fill making plants  become bliss  
I love the smell ofRain. The thought of being cleansedfrom dirt- I can't wait!
Today will be a reading kind of day. I bought a brand new book, Catch 22. It’s classic, clever and the cover’s blue. What else will I do on a day so grey?
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