A girl on the wet street
With shadow of tree, inside
The gloomy sky cloudy
Tears and blood in a drizzle, meet
A green leaf falls
A fresh root tall
If the gloomy sky could try
Reach her away
From the wet street
But, rain was out
Wind blow makes death cold
A butterfly fly weavily
With the girl still
On the wet street.
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