Soft Spoken Rain

I want to trade
The endless parade
Of people and trains
For soft spoken rain

We'll soon break our chains
No cities in flames
Stress flushed down the drain
By soft spoken rain

When we arrive
What we've survived
Washed from our brain
By soft spoken rain

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