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rain, rain, on the wave
sound of thunder, lightning bright
above the deep blue sea
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Sail On, Silver Girl
I was still mad about it, all these years later. I was barely an adult, and only thinking about boys, partying, and occasionally studying. I know, quite a change, isn’t it? I swear, the universe laughs, and the Deity feeds and thrives on the irony produced by our efforts.
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