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THE COLD RAIN
Pitter-patters on the windowpane,
Reminding me of all my pain.
The world outside is dark and gray,
And so is every passing day.
The sun has fled, and so have I,
My heart is broken, I can't deny.
A love so pure, a love so true,
Now lost forever, what to do?
Time heals all wounds, or so they say,
But how much time until that day?
I sit and wait, and hope and pray,
For the sun to shine once more, one day.