Pouring Rain

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The echoes of passing thunder scream your name as silently as I wish my heart could beat
Some days I grow weary of the pattern pounding inside my chest
It’s only if I look deep inside that I stay intrigued
My heart beats love, and sorrow from you dear
Your music plays distant in the background of my life
One sigh, one breath, and I let it go, let you go.





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