When it rains..
Its a song of unison in play..
It thunders not to scare..
But is an introduction of something special to be displayed..
Seeing it from my balcony day after day..
All I can say..
I miss you girl in this rain..
Its a song of unison in play..
It thunders not to scare..
But is an introduction of something special to be displayed..
Seeing it from my balcony day after day..
All I can say..
I miss you girl in this rain..
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