The weather
Falls on us like a feather
The sun is hiding
Watching what we’re confiding
She, some say, thinks we are sinners
Though we dream of being winners
Rain is the cause of dreary
Washing us clean of weary
Sun come out
Do not pout
We are only learning
For the life we keep yearning
Sun, it’s your tears
That raise up all our fears
If only we could be the joy to your pain
With our souls, we ‘d soak up all the rain
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