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Do you think you know?

Does the rain always fall down?

It hurts when I melt.



The sun always burns.

But sometimes the sky will cry.

So sad, life-giver.



Stone dropped in water.

It will always sink, no hope.

Lost and forgotten.



Flowers face the sun.

They will bask in its presence.

Always beg for more.



Windy day shifts all.

Only the strong will stand tall.

Little seeds will fly.