In a rapturous memory.
It's raining when I dance alone.
By the time this mist clears.
I'll be running with my feet wet.
Give me a hug then.
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Mist
In a rapturous memory.
It's raining when I dance alone.
By the time this mist clears.
I'll be running with my feet wet.
Give me a hug then.