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The Last Drop of Rain

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There are no more tears

No more tears left to cry

Our hearts recall the brightest sky

Floating dreams, 

Sail across 

The firmament of deepest blue,

And the sun-glazed fields

Silken land formed like waves upon the breeze,


The shock of barbarous hands 

seized the fabric of their lives,

Shredded, torn, Twisted lies,

Rag-wrung the last moisture from their eyes.

And all that is sacred, all that is good,

Was cast aside. 

Yet still within the depths,

A drifting cloud remains,

Another tear,

For all that land

The final, drop of rain

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