Gentle, cold rain falls, as a lonely
Heart calls, beckoning any
Sympathetic ear
To listen
And thoughts of yesterday have all
But slipped away, as the
Last rays of a somber
Dusk, glisten.
Gentle, cold rain falls, as a lonely Heart calls, beckoning any Sympathetic ear To listen And thoughts of yesterday have all But slipped away, as the Last rays of a somber Dusk, glisten.
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