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it makes me feel like it's raining outside
and when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
i would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine
so read my book with a boring ending
a short story of a lonely guy
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what can i say?
what can i do?
i don't have a clue
of what you are about to do .
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you don't know how you want it
i don't know how you want it
why won't you talk about it?
just let me know..
i'm just sitting here waiting for that time to come..
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. part one .
In the springtime,
we were sitting together in that green green grass
with dark sky spreads above us
with stars,
with the moon, and those Almighty's sparks,
we were holding together, our hands, and our arms.
. part one .
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