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rainlightby which i write these wordsrainand my heart leaps awkwardlyat the sound of itat the thought of itat the approach of itrainsmells of childhoodand tastes of walking homeand sounds of squeaky shoesanywayhere's that photograph of usit's funny, but i see...two old friends life will make of us somedayhow that stirs my heart absurdlyas i write these wordsby rainlight From Letras Mania