On a cold, dark, wet night,
the rain's thrown down like a hail of bullets,
striking every inch of your being,
killing off your nurtured feelings.
You run for shelter, but there's nowhere to hide,
escape the downfall before it reaches inside,
tear stained eyes with a pityful smile,
on this cold, dark, wet night.
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