If raindrops were tears,
And it rained every day,
It still couldn’t wash,
All my heartache away.
You’re always my ideal,
My love never dies.
But it cuts to the bone…
What I see in your eyes.
You want me to stop;
You want to be friends.
But you’ll always be my true love,
Till life, and breathe ends.
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