I am not crying over you, it's the rain that makes me blue. When i'm dreaming, its the sky, as fluffy white clouds roll by. when i'm not sleeping late at night, it's not from the loneless or fright but the air is to warm...after a storm. Thought i think they maybe right. (but i never tell) for my tears are of lost and my happieness the cost. someday soon.i will find room, i'll let my heart grow, even then i will know... that, i'm not crying over you, it's the rain that makes me blue.
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