When she was a child, she had enjoyed the heavy, more modern, older, and heavier rains. It was suitable for heavy rains, but not for children, as calm as the wind. Occasionally.
From that, in the most beloved year, in July, there is rain, and in such days, the memory of floods comes back, suddenly, remembering the days of darkness, lying hugging me watching rain through the door frame. The book in the dark room wandered light.
A dreamy spectacle that anyone can dream of and I made it a reality, lacking the ability to trade everything back to that feeling.
Complete this song on any day in July, wait until the fall of September, give me to remember the rainy day, give me to a new age on the best autumn.
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