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Raindrops on my Window Pane
The echo of the clamor has me rise to my feet,
I tap on my pillow to clash with the steady beat.
The sun has been forgotten and the night has peeked through,
And I glaze out my window I search for you.
If in heaven you become a definite star into the immense sky,
Then tonight as I lay glazing at you I hope you understand why.
For the rain has not rested since you established your way,
So I lie on my bed and sing a song for my love to you I will portray.
If merely a beat to my song I begin,
I get chills from the rapid sweet clatter of the weeping wind.
Is this a indication that you hear as I do?
Can I reach out my arms? Can I lay with you?
Morning is pending near and I loathe to close my eyes,
Because I feel vacant and without when the sun begins to rise.
So I must say goodnight to the tears I have drained,
Yet they will remain beside of yours on the edge of my window pane.