The Rain
When I see the rain,What is there to gain,
From the rain,
I can't think,
I don't run,
So really what is there,
To gain from the rain.
When I see you in town,
I start to be drawn,
I miss the hugging,
I miss the kissing,
Then the drowning in sorrows.
I miss the talking,
I miss all the things about love.
I miss you my prince...
But you don't miss me.
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