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Tonight, the rain falls like memory—
soft, heavy, personal.
It taps my window like
it knows knows my name.
It carries the echoes of laughter,
traces of heartbreak,
and the quiet moments.
It remembers...
Tonight, the rain falls like memory—
soft, heavy, personal.
It taps my window like
it knows knows my name.
It carries the echoes of laughter,
traces of heartbreak,
and the quiet moments.
It remembers...