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Can you feel the rain upon our cover, my love? The light on this very pavement is innocent; here I come We'll fire our mirrors and clean out our rooms, my love My love, my love, I hope I am wrong The color of my heart bowled a town over No one's stayed on your lily pad that can back that up Whoa, blow me down Blow me down Have you planned to work at my room cleaning up (Have you planned to be "enough, I know," cleaning up?) I'm aware you've met a sleeting in your heart (Cannot seem to fit all that comes with it in your heart. Here I am. I just want to...) I walked an entry out, but when you ran out, the I love calmed down For a little while, it passed on