(c. stepney - r. rudolph)
Sitting all alone i hear the tapping of the rain
Dance ballerina dance
Talking with the rain in some small city i feel the pain,
She's dancing all alone
Thinking how we'd wait together
Sitting by the fire in weather just like this
Playing lovers' games; hoping the rain would never end
And i thought about the night we met
How the gentle rain fell down, kissed the ground
Then i knew no one ever could take your place
Nothing seems the same but the falling rain
You've gone away
Walking by the sea; sitting beneath a tree;
You are not here..
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