Soon the soft rain will again come,
The smell of your hair and the
Come here, look in your eyes.
Search not for me,
I will come.
When you call, the snow as it melts
That lays on your face,
I washed away, in the rain.
And no one will care when I come,
The moon is still bright.
You woke me up in the dawn,
Last night like to night, will be gone.
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