rains
drops falling on the metal clink , soft like the leaves that fold , lives under the weight of un'intemperia , hot as the sun of midsummer , ended too soon. windy , and you're away, away in a nearby town, near some kind of man , that is sweating under the weight like you, work too easy. died , the flower that adorned my balcony, was annoyed with the rain killed himself with others. raining, everything is still, way forever 
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