The rain is just as deep as she,
warm beneath these autumn skies
as I have known her gaze to be,
smiling from beshrouded eyes.

Rain is just as deep as she,
thinly scattered from the sky,
frayed, embattled through the air,
and falling as a golden sea,
the rain is just as bright as she.



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