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Waiting under the tree of rain, feeling empty and blue. The ocean is vast my yearning for you is more then stars in the sky. No one can replace your smile, your ways of enjoying a sun and moon bath. I drink my pain if waiting in a cup of wine to forget about the past yet here they are flowing like wind. Each petal falls and dances with the song of rain tree as I lay on top of it's tall and hard body. They say once the rain tree feels a humans sad presence it sings a song that only the ears of nature and the person hears upon a drunk night. A drunken person vows to the rain tree to take away it's pain and in return they shall give their treasure little did they know that tears are more precious then any treasure the rain tree needs as it falls on land and devours it. Rain tree oh rain tree if you only knew the pain of the one that is gone and a wine jar of emptiness.

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