Rain
Drip-drap, pluck-pluck, the rain is nonstop I wonder how the birds flap. Their chirps I hear calling for a nap I miss singing with these little pals The support they give are jammed so much I hark back to when they chirp, singing while my soul is sad So where you at, warm? My backers are chilling sad Come, they need your warmth so bad
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