We are drops on the window,
So pure and simple,
So blank and sincere,
Like babies at birth.
You have disappeared,
But I feel you near.
My close beloved dear,
The tears just burst.
Drops on the window,
Transparent, so simple.
Awakening rain
Continues its way.
The path's vaguely clear,
What to do with it dear?
Only you know,
Just go, my babe, go
Drops..
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