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Sep 2012
Rain ran its way through my hair
Down the back of my neck like fingertips
Warm, gentle like the touch of a lover since passed.
All I had all I'd lost

Where was love where had it gone

I'd see the back of her head in every crowd
Yet she turned herΒ Β head she was gone
revealing the face of a stranger

Were was my love where had it gone

I would see a figure that reminded me of hers
Nirvana? No it wouldn't feel the same
But if I close my eyes tight enough I see stars,
then her face all the time

Where was my love where had it gone

So for a moment yes she's here but no,
she is the stranger and all I can feel
is the rain.
Down my neck like fingertips

Now cold, no moreΒ Β just rain,
Just rain
Just rain
The moment lost.

Where oh where had my love gone
Something of sensitivity
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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