POETIC STUFF
And we live on…in our silent lives and our silent dreams.
The world would never know…and we will never tell.
The rain
It gets darker and darker as I'm walking along,
I can't even think of the very first song.
It's getting harder now and I'm hurting,
And I know it's the longing.
I'm getting lost now,
I can't seem to remember why I'm here.
It's started to rain now,
And the reason is no longer clear.
Why did I follow?
Why did I take a chance on tomorrow?
The secret that I can finally see
Is that it means that much to me.
(ends)
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