It's raining
But the sun is out
And I wish that you were here
Sitting close
So I could whisper in your ear
And tell you how you are like
The weather.
We would run througt the shower
Drying in the sun
As were wet all over again
Trying to capture rain drops
One by one
We could lay between the sheets
And I could beg you to be mine
But soon my daydreaming will cease
And yes the truth may hurt
But I'll be fine.
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