I've always known,
You were only a passing storm,
That leaves behind,
Nothing but tears of rain,
A cold Autumn breeze,
Says cold and lonely days are coming soon,
It's a shame,
But I miss catching your tears of rain,
Although you and I wanted to visit the stars,
I mourn the passing of the storm,
Yelling to the Heavens with thunder,
And sparks of lightning.
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