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The heavy rain falls incessantly,
it slides through my window,
with it your memories come down, and they join the hullabaloo of old memories.
Magnificent scandal to the senses,
who we once were, crawls on the ground.
For now the rain falls, accumulates, and flows,
I wait for it to clear
and no longer see your heavy memories
fall from the sky.