Nov 2014
The clouds are none
And the skies grey
He holds are hand,after the years and years
And still it makes her smile
The windows cry,hiding what's really inside
The trains come and go
Unaware of how gloomy and cold
The people outside really are
What miserable weather to have
Especially when the aged lovers make their way home...
And the skies grey
He holds are hand,after the years and years
And still it makes her smile
The windows cry,hiding what's really inside
The trains come and go
Unaware of how gloomy and cold
The people outside really are
What miserable weather to have
Especially when the aged lovers make their way home...
For the lovers who watched the rain fall and still held hands before it ran off into the sky.
(Somewhere in Africa)
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