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White Rain

By ClaireBearH, McLean, VA

"Meet with me

Near the cherry tree"

The blossoms fall

I can hear him call

Sunshine's kiss

Grace her dreamy lips

Don't hesitate

It might be too late

White rain

Floating down

So much to gain

The time is now

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