"Love is a hard rain"
I am not sure what it means,
That is what she told me
Just before she decided to leave.
When the door closed behind her
I went searching for dreams,
Till I found I was chasing
nothing
But schemes
I returned stronger, thinking:
'Now I believe!'
So I chased down new lovers --
Only to be left with no cover
Now I wait, patient, for what chance has to offer.
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