She clutches close her remembrences
Of him, when it rained- it stormed
Nothing was wrong, it was always right: the "perfect" note
Waits on the dresser beside her string of pearls
Where He buried himself deep in her arms
When it rained it always stormed
She carries him over the sea...stretching out across galaxies
He listens to her breathing love
Love, loves to play with her hair every morning
Love, loves to wear that same pink waistcoat
Love, loves to carry her umbrella on the sidewalk
When it's raining, raining my tears to hers
When I'd rather be kissing her cheek
Kisses away the self, for what remains is free.
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a pretty and soft piece
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