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33 Burning in the still rain There is no such great pain Like burning in the still rain The mornings whose slumber on our doorsteps Wakes us up to gape Amused at the red sunsets We are there When we have not arrived We heard clear The speeches of those who raved Promising us More promises than the jobs What more difference to make When the difference to make is this chaos? What more meaning to make From these speeches? And this waiting Is the journey we are travelling To that destination Where more are kept waiting For how long Will we wait for them to keep us waiting While in the still rain burning? Burning! ...

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