Rain happens into my room at night,
when there is so much time to miss you.
Beautiful changes I've seen sometimes,
the clouds changing into reindeer and flying
to places clear of sorrow.
Walking around.
You know I've had enough of this trouble
following me high and low. Now it can go.
Some boy I knew said, Hang on, stay gold,
before he left here for England.
Beautiful changes I feel sometimes,
in the middle of the late morning dishes
when You say I might do anything at all.
Walking around.
You know I've had enough of this trouble
following me high and low. Now it can go.
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