My dear, in the perennial heat of this city, there exist no needles of rain to bring me some comfort. Only your absence to wring my eyes dry...it rains on my cheeks when I think of you.
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My dear, in the perennial heat of this city, there exist no needles of rain to bring me some comfort. Only your absence to wring my eyes dry...it rains on my cheeks when I think of you.