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Some rain touches my face
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English whispers
| It is some rain touches my face There is nothing strong to face Something I would like to say Could you please for a while stay? Let us talk about tomorrow Don’t think about pain or sorrow Future all what we need I prepared for each day a seed Could you please put some water? Or shall we decide later? Should I keep my small seeds? This is my life which bleeds I thank you my gentleman For the time you give as you can Thank you for all care And for killing me there Where rain touches my face When we ended our crazy race Yara Mohammad 02/12/2006 03:55 AM London |
