Rain Doesn't Matter Now
We were full of ourselves in those days
Life was a treasurehouse of pleasure
We had our fill of the world's offerings
And took its ripened fruit at our leisure
Rain doesn't matter now you're gone
Nothing seems important anymore
We madly moaned about the weather
The God-given gale onto the shore
But our love took it all for granted
Selfishness was the order of t...
Tuesday 15th September 2020 10:46 am
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