It glistens on the pavement
When cold it turns to ice
I’d dance under its pouring
And never once think twice
In ways it is romantic
The pitter patter overhead
And no sound is more relaxing
While laying tucked up in your bed
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
It glistens on the pavement
When cold it turns to ice
I’d dance under its pouring
And never once think twice
In ways it is romantic
The pitter patter overhead
And no sound is more relaxing
While laying tucked up in your bed
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