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When I close my eyes,

I can imagine your scribbles on that crumpled brown paper

And remember all over again how you promised me that you will always have an umbrella

When my world is collapsing and every day is raining

And just for that one moment in time

The storm becomes a drizzle

And I breathe in the

Remaining rays of

Sunshine.

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