| The bliss has descended from the skies torn
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| Along with beneficial autumn drizzle
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| It brought a scent of obsolete recollections
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| And grieved me somewhat
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| Dense drops of rain hissed as they fell
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| Then evaporated and faded into the atmosphere
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| Like my own memories vanished long ago
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| That emerge with any following rain
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| But now I am fortunate because the bliss came to me
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| From the high distances of the azure clouds
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| It effaced the scars arising after the frusrtations
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| And healed my soul up
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| Shapeless flowers are blooming in heavens
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| Each of them reminds me the one part of my life
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| They used to fade before they blossomed
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| But now they turn pale and all bad is gone
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| The bliss has descended from the skies torn
|
| Along with beneficial autumn drizzle
|
| It brought a scent of obsolete recollections
|
| And grieved me somewhat
|
| Shapeless flowers are blooming in heavens
|
| Each of them reminds me the one part of my life
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| They used to fade before they blossomed
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| But now they turn pale and all bad is gone |