No words were told The story was made of the sound of drops. They were going along an empty long road. No words were told. The high grey sky touched the earth. Sadness of nature was music of the rain. The story was made of the sound of drops.
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No words were told The story was made of the sound of drops. They were going along an empty long road. No words were told. The high grey sky touched the earth. Sadness of nature was music of the rain. The story was made of the sound of drops.
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