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Keep that finger
moving, please
Don’t stall, don’t linger
Don’t tease!
After that cry
Who was I
to deny?
She heard the rain
in Spain
was so much better
It turned out it wasn’t much wetter
than the rajn
in any other place than Spain
It turned out
Rain came from a cloud
Instead of wanting one
she didn’t get none
Instead of one she got two
But who knew
that she would get one, the one
if she hadn’t left when she thought she was done?

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