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The rain is falling
and I hear you calling,
calling out my name.
The wind is colder
as I get older;
It'll never be the same.
The sun is lost
at a selfish cost;
I feel so ashamed.
Now birds are flying
as I am crying;
I am left to blame.
and I hear you calling,
calling out my name.
The wind is colder
as I get older;
It'll never be the same.
The sun is lost
at a selfish cost;
I feel so ashamed.
Now birds are flying
as I am crying;
I am left to blame.
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