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The strings of rain in summer pass
Outside the window, dampen grass;
A pattering upon the glass.

A bird is singing unsurpassed
Despite the grey. The memory brings
The strings of rain. In summer, pass

The places we once caught sea bass.
Fat fish thrashing, fit for kings,
And pattering upon the grass.

We drank the sun as days went past;
Allowed to fall upon our wings
The strings of rain in summer. Pass

Control to me- Too late, alas.
The severed ends of puppet strings
Are pattering upon the glass.

Though we may hope, love never lasts;
The bird must cease, for all it sings.
The strings of rain in summer pass:
A pattering upon the glass.
Some melancholy I've had sitting around for a while.
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