My soul is crying again... Can't stop like before any flood. It's rain, bitter crying rain... And wet sorrowful wood... It's sorrowful heart filled with tears. It's love disappeared in space... All passed by, I lose any fear... Returning to mirage place. My rain continues to cry, The rain of my love, of my heart... I see only gray cloudy sky. With no desire to start. If really all was in vain? More tears on my way you will find. Dream goes away with crying rain, I think that my soul is blind... | 
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