Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
has taken me by surprise;
With the love of storm I burn,
I sing,I laugh,well I know how,
But forget when I return
As I shall not forget her somehow:
Suddenly they shut the door
Between me and rain,
That was never shut before
And will not open again.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
has taken me by surprise;
With the love of storm I burn,
I sing,I laugh,well I know how,
But forget when I return
As I shall not forget her somehow:
Suddenly they shut the door
Between me and rain,
That was never shut before
And will not open again.
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