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The Rain
Raindrops on the window,
Slowly running down like tears,
Expressing what is inside me,
All my hurts, all my fears.
Steadily coming down,
Sometimes quickly down the pane,
Like so many that have come and gone,
Each one different, yet the same.
Here for a moment,
Laughing joyously again and again,
Then gone forever,
Leaving a mixture of joy and pain.
Where does the rain go,
When it leaves my sight?
Where do my friends go,
When they’ve taken flight.
Raindrops on the window,
Slowly running down like tears.
Expressing what is inside me,
All my hurts, all my fears.
