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You are nothing to me but rainfall. I roll you off my shoulders. Dry you out of my hair. You are nothing to me but snowfall. I shovel you off my walk ways. Keep you out and keep warm. We were nothing but a change in weather. People change as seasons do. But still I can't stop the tides from rising. I can't stop myself from falling. You are nothing until clouds roll in, again.
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Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
Clouds Roll like Tides Do
You are nothing to me but rainfall. I roll you off my shoulders. Dry you out of my hair. You are nothing to me but snowfall. I shovel you off my walk ways. Keep you out and keep warm. We were nothing but a change in weather. People change as seasons do. But still I can't stop the tides from rising. I can't stop myself from falling. You are nothing until clouds roll in, again.
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Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
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