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Jun 6
I look at the sun
And ask for his light
He stares on, silent
And then my eyes hurt
And then I look away
And I still don't know
What I am to do

The rain falls on me
She asks who I am
And why I lie here
But I cannot say
And I cannot move
So she can do naught
But drench me anew
Written by
Ekaterina Vorona
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