The mood is overcast and grey
With hovering clouds of dark dismay,
And teardrops fall from misty eyes
Like raindrops falling from the skies.
They run in rivers down my cheeks
Form puddles in amongst the creeks,
Break down the barriers built with care
And flood my soul with deep despair.
Bloody Weather!
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