Every morning when it rains
sadness starts to flow
first through my arteries
and than through my veins
Every day when it rains
I long for you my goddess
your eyes are a bright sun
your pretty face a clear sky
Every evening when I tell you
how special you are
the sky turns red
because you are shy
Every morning when it rains
sadness starts to flow
first through my arteries
and
than through my veins
by Mario Eric
Words In Motion 2014
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