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Did the rain
Fall so hard
Like cataracts
Across the eyes
Upon the streets
Of my home town
When were young
And days were long?
Did the sky
Dress in grey
And like a judge
Pronounce our fate
As round our necks
It placed a noose
Which tightened with
Our ebbing days?
Did the night
Count our tears
The price we paid
Each silver drop
A promise lost
A dream forgot
As in ourselves
We slowly drowned?
Did the rain
Fall so hard?