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Soft rain falls on a dusty land,
lightning stretches like a gnarled hand. -
We fall to Earth like rain on a pond
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I used to think of Paradise as standing on a beach
With coconuts as big as soccer balls in a palms just out of reach -
Through the valley primeval,
scuppered by the hand of God -
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