Pouring rain
Ice-cold wind
Nothing else mattered
Not the rolling hills
Not the golden trees
Nor the grass beneath my feet
Pouring rain
Ice-cold wind
Nothing else mattered
Not the waddling ducks
Nor the fish of the pond
Would distract me from my misery
Only pouring rain
Ice-cold wind
Nothing else mattered
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