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Rain came from and across the land They say by his … but by their hands, Flowing to truth—lost in a flood. A flood of time away from light Huddled in the dark of the mind Flowing throughout all of our kind. The bad is his the good is ours Why blame you when you can blame me; Let’s all blame him and wait and see.
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