I must lose myself in the night
Blend with the murmuring darkness
For I saw you there by the inner door
And your voice was a sigh that said,
'Is it raining? '
I looked away and walked away.
Useless to walk away.
It is raining, yes.
Listen to the ceaseless rain,
Feel, catch the quiver of the rain
In my heart.
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