Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

Under the Winter's Rain

We were not two sweethearts of course,
But we were walking through the rain
of winter of its whim and verse
It’s use to be we are insane.
Among these puddles and these walls
The God was sending passers-by
I knew who Chopin was and souls
were speaking about Shuman, why
you spoke for divas and I’ve said
I’m not good singer no, I’m not
And I kept silence (was it date?)
Oh not the weather’s bad – I’ve thought.
But I remember rainy day
I don’t regret I don’t regret
And I’m not lazy I will say
Let’s walk again my dear friend.

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