Under the rain we stand.
Hand in hand.
Letting the water fall on us.
Making no big deal, no big fuss.
Looking at each other under the gray sky.
Why are we outside, why?
It's hard to explain when.
We were standing and then.
The sky started to cry.
Now you know the reason why.
Then we didn't care about it.
We cared about each other liking every bit.
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