You see the rain? It’s not that grey.
I want to stay; to go astray.
We both are stray; our home is here –
Where freedom runs through our veins
And life is wild with no fear.
We dance again, again, again.
And rain remains us of the dolls –
Those girls with make-up in the clothes –
They used to be so very dull –
But rain washes away it all.
They now are naked and so true –
The same as us – as me and you.
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with words rain, doll and grey;
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