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Cold, cold weather,
the rain is pouring down,
deep into waves of doubt I drown.
May the crystal clear raindrops
wash my tears away.
And for once I hope the breeze of hopes
will not disappoint me;
the wrong ones would fade
and the right ones would stay.

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