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who's she?
She brings the spring,
got more than the zing.
I used to call her rain,
Everytime she came, left no pain.
She owns the night,
More than the moon's light.
© banrakas poetry
got more than the zing.
I used to call her rain,
Everytime she came, left no pain.
She owns the night,
More than the moon's light.
© banrakas poetry
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