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So joyfull and intrigued you fought in vain
in wandering the traces of the rain
that left strange marks of sickness on your cheek
but with a smile they've chanced into a bliss
for the rain must still
fall against your will
waiting for a sign to
lead it's way to thrill
the battle with the odds to see the sun again
to touch the light and feel it all the same
in wounded tears the dust is but the stain
that marked the traces of one paintfull rain
for the rain must still
fall against your will
waiting for a sign to
lead it's way to thrill
