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Dec 2014
I met him on a grassy hill
While I was walking alone
He was so gentle and sweet
And I fell in love with the way he looked at me

He's the rain pouring down
He's the songs we'd sing aloud
He's the poems we read
He's everything that goes through my head

A happiness that can't be described
A love that was reborn every night
We felt the time closing in
But that didn't stop us from fallin'

He's the rain pouring down
He's the songs we'd sing aloud
He's the poems we read
He's everything that goes through my head

Time ran out we knew it would
But I still cried where he stood
He looked down and breathed a sigh
And he walked away into the night

But he's still the rain pouring down
And he's still the songs we'd sing aloud
He'll always be the poems we read
He'll always be everything that goes through my head
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bcg poetry  neverland
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