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By Pacer D Date: 2005 Nov 01 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.01.22.20.9332]] |
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Cold, hard rain Drumming down the car window Rolling down the doors Fogging up the glass. Or was that us With an abundance of words About everything and nothing at all You draw a smiley face on the window and I laugh, Though now I can't make out its shape, All I can see is the Cold, hard rain Rolling down my soul Washing you Away. |