Her eyes grow cloudy
soon there will be rain
her thoughts steal past
like slow, noisy trains
No, that's really not me
No reason it would be--
Her heart mourns parting
mine's torn from certainty
_
soon there will be rain
her thoughts steal past
like slow, noisy trains
No, that's really not me
No reason it would be--
Her heart mourns parting
mine's torn from certainty
_
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