I, the scarecrow
I, the straw-man
I, the lonely in the sun
I, the torn in the wind
I, the one with torn shirt
I, the one with loose hat
Feel the rain when it falls
In me and over it will run
Rain, friend, you, tears of skies
I am shout of weak one so welcome.
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