Oh rain, you coat the walls
You find the roof and planted roots
Before the day is called
What, dear rain, made you this day fall?
That as a man should
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Am I in a dream
How often I've tried to change
To harness all of my fears
Yet through many years,
I've found the ivory mirror
A man in the frame
At once recognized it was me
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I've found a wall, made of brick
And feeling sems five feet thick
To the left and to the right I see no end
Day and night I pace again
The heights stretch above the heavens
Sure on their foundation in hell
Behind me is a never lasting past
And at last, I've found a wall
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I saw once a man, set on the corner of a street
Adorned with tattered rages which consumed his feet
His hair was gray, his skin wrinkled with age
His eyes did not open, nor did they gage
And felt the wind and scratching air
Though this man did not despair
He asked nothing, no alms of man
Yet certain was his only demand
For he loved as a father his son
Each day which he had won
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