Raindrops like teardrops,
I have cried since you went away.
People pass me by,
hurry on their way,
they all overlook this fool,
that love has cast astray.
Morning with the early birdsong,
greets my waking eyes.
Engines with batteries flat,
strain to come alive.
Everything is waking,
for another day,
and I remain the fool,
love has cast astray.
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