Honey!
Close the window,
It’s cold outside,
And you are already sick.
I am just checking dear;
Someone called my name,
The way she used to call…
Sweetheart,
Fix an appointment with my shrink,
I want to see him tomorrow;
I can’t live with these hallucinations…
Hey, look!
It started raining outside,
I think,
Now I don’t need a shrink,
I wasn’t hallucinating;
She must be here.
Wherever she goes,
Rain follows her…
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