Whenever I can't cry, the rain will cry for me.
It pours out the emptiness that I keep locked up inside of my soul.
_________________________When I can't release my anger, the rain will get angry for me.
It pounds the ground as if it were a drum.
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Why does the sun find joy out of hiding away from those that need it?
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