Rain, rain go away. But before you leave, give me something to say.
Desperation and dreams, like raindrops on wilting leaf. Intensity of the heart and oblivious to me. This is exactly how I feel. Stained glass windows and pine trees, the Oregon weather is getting to me. Because I want to know you, I really wish I could. But distance defines this relationship,
And my heart stays true.
- Michael Stephen
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