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the rain falls hard and the puddles rise deep your interest in me is faltering steep I try to make the difference by splitting it in two but my heart hasn't the strength mentally due the energy sails quickly down the floodways your pace keeps steady throughout the days twilight brings the notions so freely back and now you fit in so well without your tact the sounds are clouding the crimson air our kinship dwindles to not even there I reach for answers to fill in the thoughts till the day that my contentment is finally sought adriatic fortunes told so frugal and bold our manic sessions were initially told twilight keeps time of what fashion spent in good spirit of an ephemeral felt gent