Something about this morning makes me long for rain.
A fresh fall on the lawn and the window panes as I pass from one dream to another,
your fingers clinging tightly to my waist,
drumming a sleepy, soft song as you chase me,
playfully into paradise.
Something about this morning makes me long for rain.
A fresh fall on the lawn and the window panes as I pass from one dream to another,
your fingers clinging tightly to my waist,
drumming a sleepy, soft song as you chase me,
playfully into paradise.
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