I gave some feelings to a rain cloud,
On a windy summer day,
She took them like a thirsty child,
In a thirsty summer way,
She too played a game of chance,
And kept her cards askew,
Combed, before my eyes a trance,
And taut me songs she knew,
Weaving skins, we shared the night,
Keeping close our shoes,
We came to, in a surety bath of light,
Releasing fast our rues.
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