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Mar 2017
Little taps against my windowsill
so pleasing, pleasing,
teasing, teasing
sweet rain falling, gently falling
singing me to sleep
Like carrying me in his loving arms
carrying me to dreamland
like a musical melody~
xoxo
Written by
sunprincess
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