It's Raining On That Lonely Road
From this window open to sunshine,
one may think that it's not raining
on that lonely road forgotten by time...
but raindrops won't stop falling!
That was the only place of solitude and peace,
the furthest place where we couldn't be seen by others,
warm grass was the perfect bed so soft to eager fingers,
while above noisy seagulls performed a dance!
It's raining on that lonely road,
raindrops erased our footsteps
mockingbirds flew around us,
we didn't mind being followed!
From a wide window over the breezy, balmy bay
the young composer at the piano hits high notes,
their sound delights the painter with hair color clay;
he draws scenes dipping his brush in pretty colors!
It's raining on that lonely road,
no dreary rainy day thrills anybody;
we all have a past secretive world
that echoes with a sweet memory!
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