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Rain comes down
To heal a broken land,
Repairing cracks and chasms
Drop by drop.

I am a blasted,
Parched and broken earth,
But when you look at me
With rainswept eyes,
I feel my blighted soul
Begin to heal,
As drop by drop,
The aching chasms fill.


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