QUIET RAIN

Quiet rain,
Gentle pain.
Quiet Rain,
Lonesome days.

Softer clouds,
Sweeter doubts.
Drifting clouds,
Not so loud.

Darker skies,
Skies of night.
Darker skies
By my side.

The weather’s cold,
The day feels old.
But I’m not cold,
And I’ m not old.

Why is that?
What’s the fact?
Why is that?
Well, the fact is…

… I’m with you,
Lovely you,
I love you,
All for you.

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