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The sound of the heavy rain
Is the spell to summon the nostalgia

When the first sound rises
and home is far

 The young soul feels a century old
Falls upon her shoulders
The unweighted burden
The invisible net
She feels stuck
Her childhood is a universe away
She cries and cries
But no tears on her face.


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