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The Red Rain
The Red Rain
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It's pouring like hell amongst the bustling city
It is pouring like hail, with no signs of pity;
The water from the edges, dripping on a tart
Quenching the soul and ripping apart.
The fall is incessant throughout the time
The doyenne keeps away evils with chilli and lime.
The children of China town still sail paper boats
Their dreams surrounded by societal moats;
Wish they raise and rise so forth
The red kite flies high, attains the worth.
