Rain falls hard 
Upon paved cities of fortune 
Dressed in gowns of glass.
Once she had thought cities held melodies
That singers know.

Now that she has sang
Her throat seems parched
Yet melodies still pour
From lung and breath 
And her heart 
Looks in upon itself
Even if only as metaphor.

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