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With magick, I’m calling the rain,
to wash away my pain
to cleanse me of my sin,
and the root that is within

My life dehydrated, and withered away
I thought it the end, but no – cursed to stay
my leathered skin cracks under the Sun
what once brought me joy, now brings me none

With magick, I’m calling the rain,
to end my drought and pain
to lure me from sin,
distracting from within

Myself, I try to empower,
but my fruits are always sour
rotten to the core
a taste I can’t ignore

With magick, I’m calling the rain,
and hear her notes of pain
she lifts away my sin,
but spared some deep within

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