Rain it is, and falling grace from sky
Smell of nature, brown and shy
Surely cold no one can deny
Do the best so the god settle the rest
I bring my self to the game of guessing
Will it be clear or hectic glittering
You are not sure since hints is nothing
No one can forsee including me
So i do what i like best
Listen to the melody and let it be
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