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As It Seems I Will Be Wetted
As it seems I will be wetted,
Clouds has fallen on the earth,
I don’t want to drink, I let it
to somebody else of course.
I don’t blame, bad words are sleeping,
I breathe in the lead of rain,
No conditions, the sky's weeping
And so be it, I’m insane.
No rebukes, I will accept it,
I am laughing in its face
I don’t shout, yes, I expected
drops of rain, I like these days.
Hey, grey clouds, do not be timid
Drop your tears on chest of mine
I’m like you – unlucky, see it!
Wet my way, I will be fine.
Copyright ©
Serge Lyrewing
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