It’s raining,
Slowly fumbling down,
And as I look up to the sky,
From my little balcony,
In the deep dark night,
I can hear the drops fall and hit the ground,
And I feel so grateful for my crown,
For now I am the king of frowns.
And all my past seems washed away,
A stream of old, forgotten pains,
And in clear waters I do rise,
As a new…more healthy vine.
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