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The rain falls in December
and washes me away,
it takes me back to everything
we never had to say.

To the feelings I was sure were gone
in the heart shaped box I hid,
although suddenly I realize
that of them I was never rid.

And suddenly you've reappeared
into my less then normal life,
i'm hoping that this doesn't bring
a more painful kind of strife.

Wonder if these worries
are simply brought on by my fears,
or if their really just a preview
of an endless wave of tears.

The rain is falling lightly
I just hope it doesn't snow;
I don't wish to be hurt again
by a ghost of long ago.