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Apr 27
No amount of rain can erase the tear stain upon my face.
No, not I
Oh, not I going to wish for rain for it to happen.

Don't matter how many songs sing about it.
This just not me just to get sick over losing my love.

No
No, I rather spend a day hurt.
And wake up in the morning still blue.
While not giving her comfort that in the rain walking.


She tells her friends I am a fool.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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