Dancing in the Rain

LECTURES 787
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LECTURES 787
Votes 122
Parties 3
Durée <5 mins

I'm dancing in the rain,
I'm jumping in the puddles,
I'm watching the raindrops race,
I'm clapping with the thunder bolts.
 
This is life.
This is me.


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