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You may not see my blood stained tears

As I walk through this rain

You may not even care to lend a hand

to wipe these tears

I may have bowed at your feet

But to what end?

I may have confessed my love

But does it really matter now?

I'll keep walking in the rain

Hoping someday,

I'll find courage

To deny my feelings for...you

You may not see

my blood stained tears

As I walk through this rain

You may not even care to lend a hand

To wipe these tears

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