Got to love the rain on the window
It\'s smell will make me forget her
Got to keep these things in the bottle
Don\'t let anyone have a sip
If you gave her some, she\'d surely wither
Roses in the glass overdue for a soul
Give me peace and a few moments
Without the release, would I be here?
But release is putrid and damp
And I\'m only on a cloud for a moment
...
I\'ll pen the note if you provide the paper
But you\'ve seem to sent far too many notebooks
And only now do I summon a pen
But if I were to write the note,
what will become of my eyes?
Torn between a trashed eternity and a blank sleep,
I have no words for now
I\'ll take a nap for a few hours
Make the pain sleep
Sorrow into dreamless slumber
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