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Dec 2013
Spring time rains come hard this season
Fell out of love don’t pity me
So I was sold, the woman’s treason
Her vengeful scorn she’ll never let me be

I’ll never get a chance, I fear
To never ever leave her
So I was warned
Spring time rains fall ******* me

Spring time rains have no meaning
What could precipitation mean to me?
She’s now called a romantic heathen
Her own faults she refuses to see

I’ll never get a chance, I fear
To never ever leave here
So I was warned
Spring time rains fall ******* me
Tommy Johnson
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Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
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