Droplets fall down, trickle on my windowsill
into the room on the deck below.
If I wipe them will it
wash away my sadness?
I gave my heart to you and all that is left are my tears that I cry
in the rain that pours down and keeps coming into this room.
I can't stop cause it's my pain,
and it rains because I am sad.
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