Down with the rain
I lost my grip on the sun Nor moon could call me back, I couldn't run were I was found, I drowned I swan my way back to the start Crawling down for a place to hide I see dark, and I see mine Looking to the summer, I thought it will never end Sure, it slip like sand in hand Magic couldn't be spelled Lies couldn't be defined I sit, Down with the rain
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