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The gentle chimes
That twinkle in the winds
As the rain pours down
Distorting reality.
Were you ever there to begin with?
A perfect stranger
Who came and went
That lovely spring.
The rain pours down.
They are right when they say
When it rains it pours
Pours like these dears down my face.
How could you have existed?
Your name I never knew
Yet it seemed like we had met
So long ago.
Perfect stranger
Who came and went
I wonder where you are now
Do you wonder the same?
When it rains it pours
Distorting the spring
Making everything seem
Like a hazy dream.
The same rainy day
You said you would return to me
Not to worry
And not to fear
The same rainy day you told me
Everything would be alright
That I would never
Be alone again
When it rains, reality distorts
Into a scrapbook of memories
Dully painted
On a dreary canvas
Slowly down into the gutter
The roses you left
As a sorry goodbye
Slowly float
Floating like little lanterns
Guiding lost memories
Into places they will never
Come back again
When it rains it pours
Washing away everything
To start again
The wind chimes twinkle gently
As the rain dies down
Slowly making the distorted
Clear once more.
Perfect stranger you were not
Every rose turns black eventually
Just like your empty promises
And melancholy memories
When it rains... It pours...
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