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Again I look outside, at the grey of the rain.
And it’s sound.... sometimes soft and sometimes deafening...
And my soul... strange… is harmonised with the rain.
Melancholic but yet so sweet the weather is!
My heart yields to the rhythm of the rain.
It follows each shed drop that rolls softly, falls in the ground and disappears.
Don’t! my heart... Don’t let the rain take you with it. Do not drift away with it.
Stay here!
Perhaps somebody...some day will need you.
Find the strength!
Perhaps some moment, in time, he will need your beat.
Perhaps he will need somewhere to hold onto
Perhaps...
Stay my heart!
Don’t go with the raindrops. Do not disappear...
How strange I feel…
How I wish I could be a raindrop... and disappear!
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