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Raindrops that fall
are like teardrops that rain, not knowing their purpose nor how they came. When raindrops fall, the angels are sad. They rejoice in the good but frown at the bad. The tears that fall from the angel's face come down to us as rain in its place. So let's stop all the violence, the rage and the war. About that sunshine? We want to see more.
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