We all need cleansed with water,
to survive our spells of dry.
So let the rain fall heavily,
then none shall have to die.
Walk down to the river,
dip your hand in shallow flow.
Let nature take you over,
before you let it go.
Tortured with a loss and hurt,
you've made me suffer deep.
But promise you will let it rain,
so I can safely sleep.
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