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Your Part

by Amhaanlaya
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The tear drop on your ruffled hair
That washed cheek in Morning Rain
The drenched bare shoulders

Dripping rain on your skirt
Swirling to the wind
You turned my morning
into an art
when i was holding pain
in my heart
you became the flower in
the desert
willing to make me bloom to be
your part

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