The rain is gentle
even in the city you can find the sky.
Smile when it helps, cry when it hurts.
Broken hearted again, loving you still.
A past shadowlike underfoot.
I wish you were here,
I'd tell you all about it.
Even in the city the sky can find your face.
There is a massive bush fire prowling around the forests about 20
kilometres to the west of me. Every day, conditions change according to the
wind direct...
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