"As it rains
Those sleepy windowpanes
Offer
To tell a tale
Of a thirst
Yet to be quenched
Of a romance, lingering
In every gaze
Of a longing
In every sigh, whispered
Of a love
Yet to be loved
While those parting lips
Await
To be kissed
Again...”
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