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I wish that I hadwindshield wipers for my soul.And when the rains fall,I push the glossy beads aside,And keep moving

Have you ever noticedWhen your wipers breakRainwaters covers like a sheet,And you can still seeThe road ahead?

Lacking wipers for my soulI prefer it when it pours,I can see the road aheadThrough the sheet of lifeSmothered by the storm.