rains, the cashier scans chimes Music nostalgic
raining, and the patter of rain on the windows keeps time.
raining, and the last words of the song goes straight down into the heart,
raining, and I realize the paradox of being myself.
The wind blows between the balconies, there is no trace of a star, the wind blows
gl'alberi, there is no music more beautiful.
raining, I would be accompanied by my thoughts applicants where there is no noise,
raining, I will be there waiting for dawn, disputed a look and a caress.
raining, and I re-awakening from a dream now buried.
raining, and all that remains: is silence.
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