Tell me,
When will the rain stop falling over this city,
When will it stop falling over my heart,
I can no more stand these raindrops of pity
This heavy storm is tearing me apart...
Can't trust this heavenly-poured water
Although I see it's coming from the sky
No purity of life, only pure wonder
As I recall the story: you and I....
Katie, 23.05.2013, 20.52
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