Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain;
Isn't rain filled with sorrow?
Wonder if I'll see my home again,
Will it be dry tomorrow?
Time passes softly and I'm a day older,
But still I'm living days gone by.
Ashes to ashes, the rain's turning colder,
Finding tomorrow, the ashes, the rain and I

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