The road was blackened,soaked by rain.
But I, grim, Dried by yearning. This removes any traces drizzle, But the love was gone in a matter of years.
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The road was blackened,soaked by rain.
But I, grim, Dried by yearning. This removes any traces drizzle, But the love was gone in a matter of years.