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There is too much sadness in the water; its taste has become less sweet and clear than murky and bitter with despair. The clouds heavy not with tears of joy but as dark and gray as a troubled soul. As we drink to each other we should know that we are drinking each other tears and when the rain falls lightly on your face know that it is not just water but you and me and everyone else distilled into the single drop that just rolled down your windshield.

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