Sunday Rain
In its uttermost attempts to hit the ground before the others,
water races toward the ground escaping clouds, where they were smothered.
I listen as I lay to a pitter patter lullaby
only wishing instead of me alone, there is a you and I.
Don't you feel it as I do,
The urge to stay in bed
on these laxy daisy Sundays
Where our love can bloom instead?
water races toward the ground escaping clouds, where they were smothered.
I listen as I lay to a pitter patter lullaby
only wishing instead of me alone, there is a you and I.
Don't you feel it as I do,
The urge to stay in bed
on these laxy daisy Sundays
Where our love can bloom instead?
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