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Heavy rain
in my soul Heavy grays as if I toil underground in a mine with weeping walls dark with grime Blue skies Autumn golds Vivid honeys I behold with my eyes But inside dark gray skies Your touch is warm But I am numb tired weary I've become dark and gray Heavy rain in my soul I despair can't believe we'll make it through you and me as a couple as a pair Heavy grays everywhere not honeyed golds Is it old grief welling through bruising the day me and you? Or is it the truth? - there won't be a couple made of you and me? For now despair blue skies your warm touch barely touching the rock of fear the wall of chill as I plod onward led by my will but I long for a nest a rest a love that fills stills the cold gray rain in my soul
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