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For The First Time, There Is Understanding
My mother and father fall out of love.
They grow old together.
The pelting rain softens.
They had nothing to say other than to let their hearts go.
One hopes, as one grieves.
They grow old together.
The pelting rain softens.
They had nothing to say other than to let their hearts go.
One hopes, as one grieves.
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