Tears like rain, fierce and fast,
Washing wounds that couldn't last.
In their strength, they break the chains,
Cleansing hearts from all the pains.
But once they fall, a calm remains,
A peaceful light through all the stains.
From sorrow's depths, the soul will rise,
Renewed beneath the clouded skies.
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