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Dec 2014
I can hear the rain
As it taps on my window
And I think back to a time
Where I'm laying in your bed
With the same rain against your window

And it shouldn't make me sad
The fact that you're hearing the rain
Against her window now
But yet, it does
Written by
aurora  26/Pittsburgh, PA
(26/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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