November, 2014
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Waiting for that rain. Waiting to be washed out from the pages belongs to you and me. Faded ink may drew there few lines, but I know, in this lifetime or the next we will be together. There will be the rain and rain and rain.
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Waiting for that rain. Waiting to be washed out from the pages belongs to you and me. Faded ink may drew there few lines, but I know, in this lifetime or the next we will be together. There will be the rain and rain and rain.
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