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The first drops were good for a deserted heart that longed for the rain melodies.
Such were showers that brought life to those melancholic days.
But now, after a series of cyclones, the heart that used to love the rain, hates the rain.
It was too cold in the rain. And so, the heart is now following the path not of the clouds, but of the cheerful birds who love the sunshiney days. Oh sun rays... please come out of those dark heavy clouds. Heal the wounds of this heart damaged by the rain.
Sunshine where are you?!
Such were showers that brought life to those melancholic days.
But now, after a series of cyclones, the heart that used to love the rain, hates the rain.
It was too cold in the rain. And so, the heart is now following the path not of the clouds, but of the cheerful birds who love the sunshiney days. Oh sun rays... please come out of those dark heavy clouds. Heal the wounds of this heart damaged by the rain.
Sunshine where are you?!
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