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Water falls. Water falls from bright air. It falls like hair, falling across a young girl's shoulders. Water falls making pools in the asphalt, dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside. It falls on the roof of my house. It falls on my mother and on my hair. Most people call it rain
Water falls. Water falls from bright air. It falls like hair, falling across a young girl's shoulders. Water falls making pools in the asphalt, dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside. It falls on the roof of my house. It falls on my mother and on my hair. Most people call it rain
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Water Falls
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Water falls from the bright air
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It falls like hair
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falling across a young girl's shoulders
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Water falls
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making pools in the asphalt
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dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside
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It falls on the roof of my house
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It falls on my mother and on my hair
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Most people call it rain
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Movie Summary
A week in the life of Paterson, a poet bus driver, and his wife Laura, a very creative artist, who live in Paterson, New Jersey, hometown of many famous poets and artists.
