An Old Man
An Old Man is looking at me
In my heart filled with rain
First, keeping his head low
Tells me he would do anything,
To stop this rain
An old man is looking at me
Tells me that everything will be alright
He expects me to trust him
Turns his head above,
While telling me how he hates the rain
An old man is looking at me
In sadness never seen before.
Nothing can be explained...
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