Looking out my windowpane
my thoughts run straight to you
Raindrops falling all
night long
a cold wind blowing too
How the memories come and go
they race inside my mind
Wishing you were here with me
that fate had been more kind
Many things I’d want to say
if you were standing here
Words I couldn't say out loud
but now the truth, so clear
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