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Again I'm sitting at my parent's home nothing changed so far putting the desk in front of me and the furniture behind like it was back in the old days. I listen to the ticking of our pendulum clock, bought by my grandfather and given to my dad when he was around the age I am now, while the rain keeps falling like it was back in the old days. Back in the old days I dreamed of so many things still full of wishes, heart at ease like it only could have been by a child watching the november rain.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
November Rain
Again I'm sitting at my parent's home nothing changed so far putting the desk in front of me and the furniture behind like it was back in the old days. I listen to the ticking of our pendulum clock, bought by my grandfather and given to my dad when he was around the age I am now, while the rain keeps falling like it was back in the old days. Back in the old days I dreamed of so many things still full of wishes, heart at ease like it only could have been by a child watching the november rain.
bernhard-tischler
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
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