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Grey clouds form on a cool windy evening, Flowers awake for their nightly blessing. Droplets of water begin to descend, Brings their suffering to a joyful end. The water sinks into the dry hard ground, Curing the flowers of their summer wound. The small dry flowers buds begin to bloom, Releasing their lovely hidden perfume.
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