'Writing In The Rain Again'
Writing in the rain again
Dark nights seem to never end
With a world wide web event
Where we went off things we've dreamt
When we wept-off tears we've kept
For these dreams I haven't slept
Not too many reach this depth
When the Good become upset
And the tape become cassette
Everybody wants to shout it
We just want to... write about it.
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