Under the pouring rain,
Soaking wet,
I walk this lane,
Bringing along a beating heart.
I keep it safe,
I keep it warm,
While threading the land of broken hope,
Protecting it from the on going storm.
I travel so far,
Only to see you,
I thread under the stars,
Weaving clouds like tissues.
I can only say that I love you...
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