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Jet-black clouds

The rain was the heaviest

The wind is the greatest

The fruit tree fell

The crops fell

It's harvest time

Forgive me for being confused

The black is not the place

Sorry farmers

Sorry kid

I'm sorry for all those who yearn for the light

Ultimately

I'm sorry God

See!

Fiery sunshine

I'm being tested

"The Song of Things" I'm sorry I'm hitting it in my hand, please wait a while,

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