Twas a Day of balorate weather Not One bird in the sky, not one feather People yearning their Own to tether Only one man alone in A hard brown leather People Ask where his story lies His place in humanity hold any sort of ties His footsteps are what many strays it's relies But Motivation is scarce, they all say their Goodbyes Lack Of presence at an exponential rate Doomed to be as it were be fate Drawing Attention, of love and hate Many of His days, almost every date Standing Alone with nothing to gain His remained risin with pain A mystery was all His Impressions would stain He was Unregistered, Like a Invisible rain
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Escuchar esto mientras llueve, y caminas por la ciudad, me hace sentir como Reiko.