Pitter Patter

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Pitter patter, pitter patter.
The rain splatters on the sill
making me smile from ear to ear.
The day may seem gloomy
but you, my sun, shines brighter then this day.
As years go by, my smile begins to fade
as the memories of us slowly wash away.
I'd like to keep them all safe in here,
but dear oh dear I will soon fade from this year.
For now I will keep them,
all safe in my heart.
Where it shall remain 'till my time is up.

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