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 Like the Touch of Rain by Edward Thomas 
						Like the touch of rain she wasOn a man's flesh and hair and eyes
 When the joy of walking thus
 Has taken him by surprise:
 
 With the love of the storm he burns,
 He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
 But forgets when he returns
 As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.
 
 Those two words shut a door
 Between me and the blessed rain
 That was never shut before
 And will not open again.
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