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I miss the rainstorms
Of the summer
A feeling that cannot be
Replaced with any other sound
Than that of the thunder
A far and distant
Threat
That cannot reach me
No it cannot harm me
The rain heals me
All the pain and
All the worry
Floats away
All the sounds
Since I can remember
The hollers and the chatters
Overwhelmed me
As a child
Convinced me
The Gods were calling
A secret message
And my longing for the
Summer comes from the
Hope to uncover
And answer back
I'm tired of listening
With such intense joy
I want to speak
With the same power
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"If you get a feeling next time you see me
Do me a favor and let me know
'Cos it's hard to tell
It's hard to say
Oh well, okay"
Elliott Smith
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