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Water From the Sky
 
I been told
By the weatherman
It could unfold
Water from the sky

Comes down like rain
If he could only tell me dear
The truth of the matter
of when and where

how and why
these things must come to pass
I would rather see the sunny days
Than one more stormy blast

I would like to take all the storms
and Put them in my past.

By Slightlyslimer

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