I love the rain
My tears its drain
My solitude its takes
My sleep its makes
Come on my old friend
Don't be silent like the dead
Roar louder than a thunder
Lets the sorrows and hunger
Be gone never to be seen
Oh my old friend, where have you been?
Did the world wrong you?
Should we sacrifice ewe?
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