Rain: the remainder of past

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Sometimes I like to stare the raindrops
Falling down from the heaven

It immortalises my feelings of past
The day when we met, last
It brings a humble smile
On my face with a little pain
Oh! These beautiful rain

When I think about my feelings
That broke down like dust
I feel a little pain with a smiling face

The cool breeze says
About those golden days
And take me from this harsh world of reality
To the world of wonders

When I see the raindrops
Falling on the ground
My tears do the same
And the sound reminds me your name

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