Pitter patter goes the rain
dancing on the glass pane.
Must I always let lie
sleeping dogs in the rye?
My thoughts will not refrain.
Am I completely sane,
or crazy as a crane?
I still stare, by and by.
Pitter patter goes the rain.
The answer is quite plain.
I must begin to train
my mind to say goodbye
to things far past and nigh.
As I lie on the plain,
pitter patter goes the rain.
dancing on the glass pane.
Must I always let lie
sleeping dogs in the rye?
My thoughts will not refrain.
Am I completely sane,
or crazy as a crane?
I still stare, by and by.
Pitter patter goes the rain.
The answer is quite plain.
I must begin to train
my mind to say goodbye
to things far past and nigh.
As I lie on the plain,
pitter patter goes the rain.
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