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The falling rain.

The soothing sounds.

It helps to know

That you're around.

Without you,

I'm not the same.

Without you,

I have no name.

You give me a title,

I am you.

You are the what

And I am the who.

You wash away

The street's mud,

I wash away

My family's blood.

You give the sky

A colorful smile.

I can only try

To make a life worth while.

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