come soft rains no one will hear.
gone, all dreams did disappear.
the mystic plains of eternity.
come soft rains no one will see.
Not one man,
woman, or child to be found,
renew the earth's fertile ground.
remains are the machines man built
of love, prosperity, and guilt.
come soft rains and warm sunlight
escaped, all extinguished from sight.
no noises, no one remains
to mourn the
passing of now empty plains.
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