"When comes the Fall
and it begins to rain
Don't let it soak your soul
Even if it hurts,
Accept the hatred,
She won't warm up your sorrow.
Hear the drizzle. The silent night.
Listen to the leaves, the whisperings outside.
The cold is leaving,
The fear is fleeing.
The tiredness slowly turns into sleep.
You forget the offences
Your pride
And pain that moans inside,
The hatred's missing,
The memory's asleep.
And only in the eyes of the saddened rain
you see your weeping dreams.
... When you are sad,
don't let the rain come in
your wounded soul.
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Tears do dry, the sorrow stays.
Again it's Fall outside
Again it's lonely.
You walk with fearful, tiny steps
Collecting stars,
Coz you're poor,
Forlorn entirely,
Completely lost,
For your dreams."
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