Dripping and falling into
People's souls
Tears of the blue
Caused by the crows
No longer define
As a common storm
Poeple are in line
Crying to death, behold!
I rain to
the people who is in sodem
I pour on top of the gloomy, this is true
Love is not the problem
I am not just rain
To you
I am the pain
That shows when you are blue
Whom calls me
When their hearts are broken
Whom I will rain
When their hearts are taken
(2-8-10)
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