When the rain is crying lone,
Lead heavens are so close...
You are here alone- no one
Is close to your soul..
Your broken hart is bliding
Tears are rolling down your face...
Down the hills the moon is gliding,
You are sorrows slave...
In the cold hands of the night
You are crying one by one...
With your grief? you are terrified...
Honey just hold on...
lone
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