Here comes the rain.
feeling: deflated
Lay your head on my shoulder
Your fears I will allay
I remember the last time I cried on yours
Seems like it was just yesterday
It aches me so to see your pain
And your face all ashen and gray
Just speak and I will listen
Though I can't promise it'll all be okay
I'll be right here, come what may.
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